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.

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

A letter to the "Stupid Common Man"

To

The "Stupid Common Man"

India

Its high time now and I just need to voice my opinion on this whole Anna Hazare vs Govt. issue. 

I believe in Anna Hazare. Anna has no sinister intentions behind his movement but we just can't humiliate the government in the way they are being humiliated all over the place and Internet.

Every morning I log in to my facebook account and see dozens of morphed pictures that includes Mr. Manmohan Singh, Mrs. Sonia Gandhi and Mr. Kapil Sibbal and in almost all of these photos they are depicted to be spreading corruption and selling the nation, I personally get miffed to see those pictures.

 There used to be times when we had an opinion on our favorite politicians and how we liked Rahul Gandhi's movement for the farmers in UP, but I don't think we hardly have any favorites now, they have been labelled as corrupt, but its not necessary that they really are, as much as they are being criticized.

We must remember the e-mail chains that forward manmohan Singh's degree all over the internet, and bragging about our country's highly qualified PM, but post-anna there had been a character assassination of these political leaders. Why don't we understand that Anna's Movement is against corruption and not against this social figures whom the common junta is targeting.

I would like to appeal to each one of us, if you really want to do something good for your nation, act upon little details of corruption and do not show disrespect for these political leaders. We are matured enough to understand that there is surely a need for an anti corruption movement but perhaps some people needs more maturity to know what to resolve rather than whom to target. 

I support Anna, I respect Anna, I would love to wear the 'topi' that says "I am Anna"

but I am only against corruption and no one else in particular. 

-Amritt 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.