"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.

"A Walk To Remember"

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

I am going to talk about an important event of my life which happened in September 1990, when I was only 11 months old. Yes, you can figure out my date of birth now. When I was a child, sometimes my mother used to tell me this incident whenever I asked her to narrate a story.

So, it was a summer night; my brother recently watched a Naseeruddin Shah’s film. This film had a scene where an infant kid walked when he was only 8 months old. So my ambitious 8 year’s old elder brother thought why can’t his real brother walk, when he is already 11 months old.

He decided he will make me walk the next morning. He slept well that night and woke up with the determination that today my little brother will be walking like that kid in the movie. 

It was 5AM; everyone was still sleeping when my brother was all set to launch me just like a space scientist is all set to launch his Satellite Vehicle. He took me with him and worked hard with me for an hour or two, failed many times to make me learn the way to walk and then he did it. 

I was walking for the first time and he was the first one to witness that moment. Every time my mother used to tell me that story, I used to be so fascinated. Not only with the story, but by the determination with which my brother accomplishes everything, he always had a strong way with life. 

Once he failed in a terminal examination [mathematics, I guess] when he was in standard 8th and he took it to heart so much that he never ever failed in his life again and in the process, he became an IITian, got a job, resigned, then became an MBA from National University of Singapore and got a big shot job at some big shot MNC. I am not bragging about his achievements but trying to explain his point, which is not to lose again ever because failing was a sour experience and he made up his mind that it’s something he will never ever taste again.

Now I am not sure, whether this story is inspiring or not, but yes, this is special, this is real close to my heart.

-Amritt

My mother's 2nd life

It was April 2011, I was still an engineering grad. I lived in Indore, I still do, only now I work as well. 

Didi called me one afternoon and said that our mom was hospitalized in Ranchi that morning only.

What? When did she get sick? She was pretty good, some 100 hours ago. I was stunned. I cursed myself for not talking to mom, everyday. I thought, I was a bad son. I wanted to get to mom ASAP.

But as you know, there is always a rush for tickets especially on the UP-Bihar-Jharkhand-West Bengal route. 

I booked a flight to delhi and reached Ranchi from Delhi with Di, Jiju and their son. Although we rushed to reach to mom, we anticipated it as a usual dehydration thing and were pretty assured that Mummy will be home in a day or two.

But the revelation was shocking. Only after we reached RIMS [Rajendra Institute of Medical Sciences], which is a renowned institution of India for medical sciences in Ranchi, we saw the real picture. 

My mother was not good at all. She was thin, pale and somehow looked totally a different person, which I never saw. When I was in train, I was thinking of saying nice things to my mom, to make her feel good and make her laugh or smile. Laughter is still the best medicine.  

But that thought was suppressed by the fact that my mom was in no state to speak or listen to anybody talking to her. She was being treated in a cottage, which RIMS provide to patients who are important enough on their list.

My father managed to get a cottage and the treatment was like home there. Convenient. A night or two passed and things went from bad to worse. My mother was diagnosed and was advised treatment at the ICU only.

We transferred mom to the ICU one afternoon and that's when we realized that we are not at one of India's renowned medical institutions but just another govt. hospital. 

The Intensive Care Unit was dirty, had an uncomfortable bed and had uncountable Rats running around all over the place. My father was unaware of all this circumstances when he alone took her to RIMS, he was in a panic situation and all he could think of is getting my mother treated as soon as possible. 

The fact is that every patient in RIMS is another medical project for their students and they do not care, however they are being treated, all they do is observation and prepare a report out of it.

We were in a catch-22 situation, my mother's condition was being worse every new day and we couldn't take the risk of making her travel, neither by air nor by rail not even road. And one morning, mummy couldn't even breathe properly, thats when we had to take a firm decision.

We knew that firstly, she need to feel strong, then only we will be able to go to Delhi and have a better and specialized treatment.

And the next two days were magical, my mother pushed hard to get up from that long slumber and looked somehow better than weeks that passed. She was determined to get her life back, so she injected confidence in us and said "yes, I can travel" [she started talking a little bit by then].

We took the most comfortable 1st AC in Rajdhani Express and admitted mummy to the "Max Super Speciality Hospital" in Saket, New Delhi within the 2-3 days. 

In a week, my mom could ask for things by saying and not by gesturing. That was so comforting, listening to her. I missed those words for a good 2 to 3 weeks. 

Although there used to be some complications every now and then, but the modern healthcare at Max Hospital had a positive atmosphere, which somehow inspired Mummy to get better every new day.

However, it still took 40 days to reach the day, when my mother could finally say goodbye to hospital. But honestly, this number could have been close to 300 days, had we treated her in Ranchi only.

My mother came home [in delhi] in the first week of June and lived with Di and her family for the next 4 months. She started speaking well, after some weeks, she was able to walk without support and I almost had tears in my eyes, when one day in late 2011, I saw her cooking. 

I felt like a parent, whose infant kid is growing everyday.

I missed my mother, all those 7-8 months, the mother, who doesn't depend on us. But the mother who takes care of every little thing we need. 

In the whole process, one thing changed for sure. My life. I am no longer an irresponsible youngest child of my parents, but a caring son. I call my parents almost every day now. 

This post was pending for a long time. It only came true, when Apollo Hospitals in association with IndiBlogger prompted us to write about our lives touched by Modern Healthcare.

-Amritt Rukhaiyaar

On this day...4 years back... I started college...!!

As I heard somewhere, that “college is the longest vacation”, yes it is, I truly believe in it. As I saw the date on my laptop this morning. It said, 10/13/2012, it took me a minute or two to figure out the significance of the mm/dd part of this date, and then I realized that on 10/13/2008, I started this vacation. College.

SHALEEN and I came together in the route no 3 bus, as we reached the class, we found many empty places, but just for no reason we chose 2^nd last seat of the window row, we were followed by MURTUZA and GAUTAM in the seating arrangement. I made all the notes properly, paid proper attention to every single thing that came out of the mouths of my faculties. I kind of promised myself that I will study from now on. I was innocent. I was a kid really. Among others I remember was UT, he wasn’t looking at me when I anticipated he was. Later I found, he can see two things at the same time. Ha-ha. I also remember DINSHAW, She was really enjoying everything. I regarded her as the most laughing creature of my class. And I remember SHAILLY and AMATULLAH, Shaleen and I was interested in knowing the people who has the next roll number to his or mine. MOHIT TONDE was most interesting, he was smart and a good speaker and I liked his persona. Sir ROHIT JOSHI told him to speak about something and he talked it in multi lingual skills that are in English and Hindi. He understood there were people from villages nearby and for whom English is big deal. The funny part is he categorized me in the Hindi part. There was this Big Man, I never forget. He is one of my best friends now…!! ABHISHEK. He was lousy but funny. I don’t remember KHALID, because he was absent that day, although we were already 2 weeks old friend. I don’t really remember ANSHUL. He became my best friend, but for the truth, I never remember things about him on the first day. And how I remember SHRAVAN, he was strange, lazy and was premature ever since he came out of his mother’s womb. And everybody remembered ASTHA, she was a victim of good looks, seniors made her presence more significant than anybody else. I don’t know why, personally, I never thought of her that way, but that’s how things were, that’s not her fault. 4 years later, I remember that day and realize how we matured as a human being; our points of views have changed, academically or personally. Aggressive ones became peaceful, the ones who looked forward for every plan became reserved and uninterested and the uninterested ones became more participating, changes struck us in different way in each and every one of us.

-Amritt Rukhaiyaar

And what happened after my counselling

I told you how my "preparation began to being an engineer", but did I mention to you what happened after that, so here I am after some 10 months to conclude  the next episode of my endeavors in Indore, since the 1st one have been read and liked like a bestseller book or a blockbuster movie, I still have no idea...why it attained such a cult status among my other blog posts, it was an ordinary post, but perhaps SEO played an important role to make this ordinary post a legendary one.

What happened straight away was the first college day, which I wrote in great detail in this post, and described how I met my best friend Khalid Khan on that particular day and how our frequencies matched perfectly.

Here is what happened next:

MY FIRST RAGGING SESSION

On the way back home, I went to my bus to reserve a seat to make myself seated, I realized in the bus only that there was no rule existed that could win a seat to the juniors except for pleading to the seniors, and the most terrible thing of the day was that there were only two of us as juniors, the other one was Jayesh, the rest of all were seniors, and guess what, it was bus no. 3, the most ragging struck and controversial bus of the college, I gave infinite intros, sang like a radio and danced like some robot, Jayesh and I were sort of enjoying these ragging sessions.

Here is a picture of mine, when I was in the first years:

L to R: Shaleen, I, Anshul and Vijay. Photographed by Gautam Gupta

The "Thud" Effect at the water park.

The Day before yesterday, I went to this water park called The Mayank Blue Water Park with Akshay, Anshul, Khalid and Thakur. On this kind of summer, it was the best place to spend an afternoon. We reached there at some 4 pm, we were already too late because water parks in Indore are not operational after 7 pm.

First up, we went to the beginner's pool, which ranges from 0 to 7 feet, and being a non-swimmer the four of us except anshul, kept ourselves pretty much up to 5 feet of depth only, but it was fun diving into the water with adding another 3-4 feet to it. Life seems so light inside water. I never wanted to get out of it, it was awesome being inside the water.With your head in or out, either way, it keeps you happy.

After some 30 minutes of "toddler swimming sessions" we went to something manly, the slides, Khalid and I, the two of us was in jeans, so they didn't allow us to go in to the slides, shorts were a compulsion. 'The desperate me' went to the counter and bought a pair of shorts, for both of us, and happily climbed to the top of the slide. There were 2 slides, the red one and the yellow one, god knows why i choose to slide through the red one.


AND THEN

     image courtesy: images.morris.com /google.com

I sat on the top and pushed myself to start sliding, just a couple of seconds and I realized I was not in a good position, I at least knew that the sensation of smashing into the water would be a little uncomfortable but it won't hurt, it took me some 12-15 seconds to reach the ground level of the slide.

I smashed into water quite comfortably and was collecting myself together when something hits me in my left ear "THUD". It actually sounded like that. IDENTICALLY. I was hurt bad and I went out of my senses for the next 50 seconds. And then another two minutes, I couldn't hear, I couldn't understand things. And then when I gathered myself again, I could feel vibrations all around my head, Sounds became less audible but clear, I could listen to distant things if spoken clearly.. huh.. what the hell.. am I a facilitated kind of deaf... I felt pain all day long and in the night too, but now its almost 48 hours since the infamous THUD sound. I have almost been like before.. but still the vibrations are there, at a lesser extent perhaps. The funny thing is I stillhave no idea what actually hit me, some prankster's slap or a kick by the one sliding behind me.!!!


-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

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.

A Screw-ed Journey

THIS POST WAS WRITTEN ON 24th OF FEBRUARY BUT POSTED TODAY.

Ever since I came to Indore, I spend more time in the railways than ever. In these 3 years 4 months, I went back home and Delhi a lot, for different reasons or for official ones. Talking of the journeys to home and back, I had to spend 32 hours in train, (yeah, I can't afford flight tickets, being an unsettled man, my dad can, but I can't ask for more luxury) anyways, 32 hours it is, on either sides of the journey, so that makes a total of 64 hours of exhaustion. But I didn't mind either I watched movies, played NFS most wanted, wrote some journal or posts or just talk to the phone (of course there happens to be someone on the other side), so deducing those material time passes, I didn't feel boring, because at any given time, I could do anyone of the things I mentioned above. 

But today, today is just a bad day for me, I am in train, writing this blog post, but I am not in a mood to write anything right now. It's a 3 tier compartment, with no charging points working properly. My laptop's battery backup is no more than 3 minutes, it depends only on the power provided at the place it is being used. I call it a "non-portable laptop", its a desktop with facility that you can keep it on your lap. Since the laptop is gone, I couldn't watch movies, so that stops me to cut short some hours of boredom on this journey. 

ADVICE Don't mess with your laptop's battery much, keep it alive and healthy or one day, it will make you pay for your irresponsible use of it and you will look like an idiot. Imagine carrying a heavy 15 inch machine on your back, which you can't use without power supply but still you can't throw it, and that's how you looked idiot.

Anyways, that was it, may be I could use the "phone-a friend" lifeline and have some interesting chats, perhaps some gossiping will do. "But wait dude, you haven't charged you cell phone, before leaving home, you said good bye to mom and dad, while you were in the car, you were listening to eminem on your phone's music player". So the matter of fact is I messed my cell phone's battery as well. may be I believed that Indian Railways has the best electricity supply in the world, so I didn't care yesterday to take care of the batteries I had. I thought I'd charge my phone in the train, but that did not happen.

ADVICE Whenever you leave home, get your batteries charged and working, do not trust Indian railways to do that for you, do that at your home only, you pay the electricity at your home, it will never ever betray you. Trust me on that.

After the two main killers of time is gone, I felt like a wounded soldier, who has been hurt in his both arms, but still he can't run away from the war, I need to make time run faster, I thought like a child. 

I thought of reading something. Well let me tell you, reading is something, I consider most interesting, but my head always resist me to do it on journeys, I start having headaches while reading on moving bodies (cars, trains etc). Still I went to do the same, I had the latest issue of filmfare magazine in my bag, I took it out of my bag. As soon  as I flipped a couple of pages, the headache knocked on my temples. So I didn't read it, just saw the photographs, paparazzi and all, some of them were really interesting. There was a section called movie icons, I read 20 pages of it, ignoring the headaches, it was a great article by jitesh pillai. (jitesh pillai is filmfare's chief editor... ohh dude, you should be knowing that). But then again, after I finished reading, I was left with nothing. 

Ohh I am screwed, I thought. "Lets Socialize man, talk to your fellow passengers" I thought in a rush as if "Dimaag ki batti jal gayi" ho. I looked out of my drawn curtains and I realized soon that I have been victimized by luck today. I was allotted a side upper berth, so that makes me out of the "6/8 league". 6 by 8 league means the passenger who have their berths within the larger division of the compartment and have seats named like lower, middle and Upper berths, and the remaining 2 are known as side lower and side upper passengers, because as the name suggests, you have been sidelined for having no business at all with your fellow passengers, In either way YOU ARE SCREWED.

The blogger is back

After a long blog sleep of a 25 days, I am back to blogging with some new posts, one of those I put yesterday only, you must read it HERE. Anyways, that was it, I am here to tell you what happened with me in these 25 days, I started the February month in style and with great enthusiasm, I posted a blog on the 1st of Feb, and was looking to have a great month of blogging ahead, but then, as we know, life is so full of ups and down, my blog went downhill, and I couldn't help but watch, I was busy with my personal life so I didn't care either. I and my folks have started this company called DNT Softwares, we make websites for organisations of all kind, kindly contact if you need one. So some pre launch preparations got me busy the first week, then 6th to 11th, I was having a secret vacation [Ahh yes, even bloggers have secrets], can't write much about that, only know, I had a blast there for 5 days, if you still care to know more, make yourself free to CALL ME, on the 11th feb, I left for Delhi, only this time, by a bus, reached delhi at midnight, the date was obviously 12th feb by then. I exhausted my self with some 20 hours of bus journey. I couldn't collect myself for blogging till the next day, and when I did, I realized that the journey is long and now I have to leave for my hometown on 13th Feb. I cursed myself for not blogging since 12 days, I had promised to blog more often this year, so I promised myself as soon I would reach home, I would start posting blogs frequently, but that did not happen. I saw my father is using a 2kbps dongle powered by MTS, and it is called a BLAZE, huh.. how can you even name things like that, which gives a speed of 2Kbps. I lost hope in me as a blogger, I thought of going to some cyber cafe but I lazied there. Before I left home, I made sure to get installed a 1 MBPS internet connection on my last day there. Anyways, let bygones be bygones, I have came here now to write my grief, my thoughts, POVs and everything a blogger does, the blogger in me is still alive, I have posted a blog yesterday and now here is another, a rather personal though, but I still have a lot to post, in the next 24 hours. just have faith in me and I will write more.

-Amritt Rukhaiyaar

Today is bliss..what's in store tomorrow...?

My life has been blessed by god, rather personally, may not be academically. I joined an Engineering college in October 2008, a mediocre college with the best kind of people in there. I made some unforgettable friends there. 

I and my wolf pack, its been a roller coaster ride these 3 years 3 months. Some one made my birthdays great, by showing up in front of me. Some day they behaves mean and I feel bad, and just when I start to hate them, they show how special I am in their life, and I just say then.."bhag ja be..Paka mat..".

Friends.. of all kind.. an irresponsible roommate friend.. who despite a bad room-cleaner has the most clean heart among my friends...he is a gem, if you believe me. 

A friend, with a drinking habit, still he knows when he needs to stop and carry his responsibilities.

A Speedy friend, who is just fast, be it typing the keyboard or writing a program or riding bikes. He is a cute one though.

A reserved friend, who believes in religion, and values his Allah above everything, he has his own ways, and I respect that, he is a great friend too. 

A friend of all moods, most of the time underestimating his calibers, a protected one, a dominated one, a dominant one, he listens to his heart, I have noticed million times. 

A estranged friend, lost in the rush of life, used to be my ultimate partner, in every endeavour of mine, he leaves the college, but he is still as special as anyone else. 

A friend, who is rather sweet, we tease him for being sweet, but truly he is just a nice, caring friend. 

A selfish handsome friend, well that's what we call him for a nickname, and truly, he is not selfish at all.

A prodigal friend, makes fool of himself, by reacting abruptly to anything, but he is a like a kid, if you give him space, he will care for your problems as he cares for his own.

&&& 

A friend who remained with me all my life, when I was a 8 year old kid, I was introduced to her, When I was 14, I started to care about her, I was 17, when I started to miss her, she remained with me all the time, when I won, when I lost, when I was high or low, or when I was out of my senses, or when I was in love, she remained there intact. Truly, She is truly my one of the Best friends.

I don't know whats coming tomorrow but this is my 'Today', I am proud of it, every characters of my story are special in its own way. One just can't flip them. But I feel bad, what I am gonna do when they will drift apart from me in search of their own destiny. As I heard somewhere,

" College is the longest Vacation" and I believe this vacation is gonna end soon.

-I am not gonna miss them ever, I carry them in my hearts, for life now.

- Amritt Rukhaiyaar

The name is Khan.. Khalid Khan..

      29^th September, 2008 was the decided date as the first day of college, I was new to this city, I hated Indore then, I went there taking a taxi, as I was unaware of any other source. It cost me a good 350 bucks, really it did. As I reached there in a hurry, I saw a seminar was going on and Rahul Sharma, one of the faculty members, was giving tips on “how to handle ragging”. I felt irritated for my 350 bucks. I could have managed to save some money there, had I known, there isn't any classes to miss, but anyways, I made 5 friends on that particular day, Khalid, Akhilesh and Alok from my Dept. IT, while Shashikant & Yogesh from CSE and ECE branches respectively.
I didn’t get along very well with the latter four, I struck a chord with KHALID KHAN, and I tell you what, I selected a gem of a friend on that Monday, I quite find him very interesting straight away, I figured out there was something in him, I knew he is going to stay on the "sacred" list of true friends. We were totally different from each other, and in a way it reasoned for our great friendship, you just can't get along with a shadow of yours, for life to be fun, you need differences. Khalid became one of those special buddies in my life.

...to be continued...

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

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..!!

That's my Month

Hopelessly excited for entering October, a particular month of the year to which I can relate myself, there are reasons of course, first of all, its a set of Birthdays in my family in October only. while Di has her birthday on the 10th, Papa and I share our birthday on 11th of this month, so you can see there is 3 birthdays in 2 days, then again its an important month in case you really await Hindu festivals, you can expect Durga Puja and Deepawali both fall on the same month. Its a beautiful span to spend quality time with friends and family. Now that was all the personal favorites.

you know what, October month have the best temperature to play outdoor games.  and there remains no sign of any kind of rain nor there starts winter.

I love October... I just love it..

Loving the word "I..." is not being EGOIST..sometimes.

 I am not afraid… I was never… never ever…

My life is a complete shit… but I am not… I am made up with some traits that will never allow me to lose… However bad the situation goes, I will do something productive of this one life I have been blessed with, I am quite similar to that seagull called "Jonathan Livingston" who is like all of his kind is born for only one agenda and that’s to make a living on food, but he want to learn the art of flying because that is what he is blessed with when he came in this world.

I want to write, about things, about people, about every thought that a human being can reach to, I wanna be the first to write it out and let everyone else see it through my belief, I want to be a belief of others, I want to be pure, I want to do what I was blessed with, I want to write, I want to become a writer, I am a feeler, often I feel the most emotional strings attached in the most craziest of jokes, why is that happens with me… know why..? It is because I am born to illustrate, and I will do it in the “writing” way…

Most of my life I have wasted thinking what’s my real talent… what I am good at, and after being so late in life, compared to my folks who grown up with me, I realized, I am only and only born to write. I was never a misanthrope, I love people they are the only source of what I write, I will never let them go out of my sight.

I am not afraid to believe that writing will be able to give me a living. I am not, not at all.

The Preparation Begins to being an Engineer: My Counseling

      In the last week of august 2008, Mummy, Papa and I left for Delhi and after spending 10-15 days there, I alone left for Indore on 5th of September, Rahul and I took a room at a rent of Rs.2600 and shifted the same day, so I decided even before the counseling that I am going to spend my next 4 years in this city. It was totally a different thing for me; I never lived in a house where the owner was not my Dad. I waited for the counseling date patiently, On the 10th of September my parents also joined me in Indore, I felt better, I was feeling alone in this city, Indore not at all resembled my hometown or the state I was born in, you can’t say that with Delhi, you can start loving Delhi at once with all the glamour around you, but Indore is a different deal, Indore had its own ways.

      Finally the Day came; we went to the SGSITS campus, my parents, Rahul & I. I was called for a day schedule but the whole process with each and every student’s counseling formalities was too lengthy and too slow, so because of that the pre-scheduled ‘Daytime’ counseling happened at 9.30 pm, My Dad & I sat at the counseling hall, the operator led me to the computer screen and asked me the choice of college and department I wanted, I went for an IT branch in a college called PCST. Abb. Patel College of Science & Technology, located near the famous lover’s point “Ralamandal”. Anyways in this way, “my fate had been sealed” and I took admission in the next two days that followed.

A Day With Bollywood

I am with my family in delhi this week... and I am loving the idiot called TV, as it was a saturday today...it kept showing superhit masala bollywood films and great cinemas from Hollywood, in every possible channel, 

When I woke up, I started with KABHI KHUSHI KABHI GHAM, SRK was doing the as usual overacting stuff.

the film was so sweet... I felt like a diabetic in 2 hours.

then it came to an end finally... simultaneously I channel-ed through MAINE PYAR KIYA, PYAR KIYA TO DARNA KYA and MUJHSE SHAADI KAROGI as well, but I lost touch with MSK after a few breaks.

upnext K3G, enters SHIVAJI THE BOSS, I rescued myself from rajnikanth as fast as I can.

just 10 mins after I escaped SHIVAJI, I noticed MPK have finished, and now its one of the most talked about brothers showing up on television in and as KARAN ARJUN, its one of those movies, I lived for, at the time of its release,

now I can only make out one remark for KARAN ARJUN, YucKK... how could I love this movie, its like one of those Mithun chakravorthy movie which contains no sense at all, except for non-sense.

PYAR KIYA TO DARNA KYA is one of my favorite hindi movies, hindi film industry should make movies like this more often, its a sweet, simple college love story with a hint of action and family drama, but has good actings by everyone.

Just when I thought its all over, SRK came back again with DIL TO PAGAL HAI, how could I miss it, its not that bad, so I watched it too.

meanwhile I channel-ed through MEN IN BLACK PART 1 a few times, but my mother just not led me change the channel much so I sticked to the Sweetness of Yashraj Films.

Oh My God...