INDIA2 = India * India

In India live 2 kinds of Indians, and in every Indian, there live 2 different India…

Indians in India can be broadly classified as, the Indians who feel they are Indian, and just feel the feeling and live, Indians like me doing nothing good to country (except paying few taxes, and still looking ways to evade this little good we do to our country), and Indians who really make things happen, Indians who make us proud of being Indian, Indians in defense, Indians as scientists, Indians serving for social cause, Indians abroad making country pride, well this list is countless…

And for every Indian, India is his motherland and his country…

What ever type or class or religion he belongs to, he loves his motherland for the very fact that it’s his motherland…

So I might not be doing what I am supposed to do but I am happy being an Indian as any other Indian in this world would be…

I represent more then 40 crore Indians who are below poverty line and they are so preoccupied and haunted by their struggle for survival, that they can hardly spare to think of contributing to this great nation…

I represent every less privileged Indian kid who will never get an opportunity to read or write about his great nation…

I represent those million women who still face the atrocities of society just because the very fact that they are woman, so does their life leave them with any scope of doing some thing for their great nation…

I represent every middle class Indian man who spends all his life fulfilling the basic requirements of his family…

I represent millions of Indians overseas, some contributing to nation and some are not…

I represent every Indian who can pose a question to himself that “how Indian I am”…

How Indian I am…!!!

I was born here…is that enough…!!! Enough to be called an Indian…???

Well I do not need any reasons or verifications or any proof to call my self Indian or to testify that I love India and I am proud of being an Indian…

I am an Indian even if…

I don’t think of Nehru, Mahatma Gandhi, Bhagat Singh, even if I don’t know when and where they were born…how they died and what exactly they did… (But I do respect them for the very fact that they contributed to INDIA).
I don’t hate Pakistan or Bangladesh or China or any other country or men in this world…because I respect there right to live as I do mine…

I have inherited the “QUALITY” to complain…complain about everything around me…
from Lalu’s idiotic jokes in parliament, to more footage being given to Rahul Gandhi’s dimples then his work in Amethi…and then our media says raja ka beta hai, raja hi banega…
I don’t like studying Hindi newspaper or bollywood music…and listening to non-bollywood music is un-Indian (where goes my right to freedom)

I complain about public transport, red spit stains all over the walls, people don’t wait for you to get out of elevators they just want to stuff in, I have to wait for a cow to cross the road before my car moves…

I have to pass 3 slums to reach a mall…

I don’t wear khadi… (There is a debate of our culture being eroded)

I hate power cuts, they don’t allow the AC to work the entire day…Damn it!!

I like McDonald’s junk more then Indian food…

I have to wait for 2 hours just to pay an electricity bill… (When we have so much of power cuts)

I don't know the lyrics of our national song (the only vande matram i could sing well is A R Rahman's song)...

I don’t feel a movie like CHAK DE can evoke patriotism in whole nation. A nation where hockey is national game and we know how good our hockey team is doing…

I don’t take the bills of my purchase just to evade taxes or I am so lazy to put my ear or mind to that “jaago grahak jaago” campaign…

I break traffic rules when ever I get a chance to and if caught bribe the cops for not booking me…

I don’t know the capital of India… (I am still confused, is it Delhi or New Delhi)

I will go on a world tour as soon as possible…

I don’t vote or do anything to ameliorate, things I moan for…

I totally support Independence Day and Republic Day celebrations, even though some feel its utter wastage of funds, but I cherish being Indian, and as I get reminded of it only on 26^th Jan or 15^th Aug, (well I don’t think anyone keeps on cutting cakes or exchanging gifts through out the year, we do that on special occasions), so what’s the point in defacing Jash-ne-azadi…

And for being developed part, I think, Indians need to get developed, India already is…

Patriotism comes to me naturally and I will love here more then any other place in this world…the very fact that I was born here means more then the whole world to me…

I can complain about everything I want to, I can do anything I want to…but I can not hate this place even if I want to…

I love and feel for India as every other Indian does…and you would be wrong to say that just because I do all these things, I am not as Indian as the other billion people living here are…

Because I am…I am an Indian…and I am proud of it…

P.S : I was not trying to justify myself for being irresponsible, it was a post just to say that yes I am Indian and what I feel...

This post was published in an English daily Central Chronicle

To be Indian and Pseudo Indian

credits : Rashmi ( Features Desk, Central Chronicle)

AXE her EX

The story revolves around a million thoughts, a million dreams, a million emotions, and 3 hearts, homes to these emotions, thoughts and dreams…And these three hearts belong to

Mr. ME – Well that’s me, I am a student at an engineering college in capital city.

Ms. MY – My girlfriend, who is currently working with a hotel group in capital.

Mr. X – Ms. MY’s old flame, her EX, he is a Pune based designer, he is radioactive and emits unpleasant, irritating and frustrating vibes, and this man reminds me of the gay designer in legally blonde…

We were happy (almost), it seemed we were a perfect match. We met on a social networking site and she told me that she had a break up and was very upset, as Mr. X had been very rude on her so I just said do not take your ex boyfriend's bad opinion of you as the truth, Nothing he thinks or says about you is about you, but rather a reflection of his own reality, and while consoling her and making her comfortable I some how started liking her and we started it that way…

At times we used to talk about our ex, but mine was a happy ending so I dint had any hurt feelings or remorse against any thing…

We use to meet twice a week, generally in CP it was near to her workplace, at times she came to my college and we use to hang out in my college campus and one day we were sitting some where and she said, today he called ( I knew what this HE meant but just not to act shocked I asked), who he??

Ms. MY - “Mr. X”

Mr. ME – Ohhh!! And why he called??

Ms. MY - He said “heard “our song” on the radio this morning and thought that was a sign I should call you.”

Mr. ME – How dumb!!!

Ms. MY - What??

Mr. ME – Nothing, is he studying something called symbology!! He interprets signs??

Ms. MY - No, actually we had few songs and we used to sing those when ever we met.( how boring)

Mr. ME – Very nice, so what else he said?

Ms. MY - Nothing in particular, he was just asking about my work and you, and he said can he be friend with you on facebook… (what the f***, why the hell would I be friend with him on facebook!!!)

Mr. ME – Ohh yeah, no issues tell him that he can find me in your friend list.

Ms. MY - I will, if he calls next time…Do you mind he called me??

Mr. ME – Ohh not at all, I trust you…(hell I trust in, and I seriously mind it so much that I am running out of my mind thinking about it)

I knew it wasn’t a good thing if your present’s ex calls her and talks about past, but I had to bear with it, it took me almost a week to make her stop talking about her past relation, I started giving her more time, and the best I could do was to get her into some thing called future planning…

Yeah, if Mr. X had past I had future, and that helped a lot…

I was almost certain that it won’t haunt us anymore, and antithesis to all anticipated, Mr. X came again, yeah it was at a restra in CP and it was the first time I met him, according to him he accidentally ran into us, but we all knew it, there was nothing inadvertent in it…

Dumb and Dog, an apposite apothegm for him…

Well he joined us and as I told you he reminded me of that gay designer, he was wearing a bright red tee and a green jacket, (yuk, that was the next bad thing of being naked in public) and then he complimented her, wow your hair look beautiful, Why didn’t you ever grow your hair long when we were together. (what the f*** he was saying and Ms. MY is smiling to it, hell bad it was, but again I had to bear with it.)Now I was sure he was reading some Matt Huston book…

In the night she smsd me “ hope you dint mind meeting X” (yeah why would I, it was the first time in my life I saw a radioactive alien)…

Mr. ME – Ohhh come on, why would I, he is a friend now…(a friend I would want to kill)

Ms. MY - Isn’t he sweet…you never compliment me… L (mera loss kisi aur ka gain)

Mr. ME – Well I am increasing my sugar intake from now on…soon I will be as sweet as you want…

Ms. MY - Shut up idiot, love you…(ahhh god, at last)

And Mr. X was out for the next few days till the next time we met, that day she was quiet upset, and I asked what is it??

Ms. MY - NOTHING!! (Thats the word girls love the most, you ask them why are you crying and they say NO i am not crying, yeah I am blind that I cant see those tears and I am deaf I cant hear you sobbing)

So after asking at least 20 times I got to know that she was upset coz if they were together it would have been their 2^nd anniversary( I doubt it was second, the way she was lost I thought they must have been together for at least 4 years)… Mr. X was back and he was haunting me, I can’t take it that way…

I said hey baby you know what it’s my 40^th life anniversary. ( we were together since 5 months, so 5 months * 4 weeks * 2 days = 40 times we met each other)

Ms. MY - What’s that now?

Mr. ME – Well for the every time you are with me, it’s a life lived in peace, full of happiness and joy, so that way I had already lived so many lives. (Shit!!! How can I be so romantic, thanks to Mr. X)

Ms. MY - Love you…

Mr. ME – I love you too…(I felt both of these LOVE YOUs needed disclaimer, they were in no way related to anything real)

Ms. MY - He called me today. (Should I be appalled!! As if it was the first time he did that)

Mr. ME – Ok, and what did he say?

Ms. MY - He said, he has a new blog post up about me.. ( now please don’t expect me to write some thing for you)

Mr. ME – That’s good, you know even I have written some thing for you.

Ms. MY - Ohh yea!! You never told me, show me now. (NOW??? why did you choose that particular statement to be the only one you ever listened to?)

Mr. ME – NO!! it’s for your birthday, and we aren’t talking about it till then.

Ms. MY - No I want it now.

Mr. ME – No and I mean it. (after 20 mins of the argument I won, probably that was the first and the last time I won any argument between us).

Well when ever you are going out with your girlfriend make sure you sit at a table which can accommodate maximum two.

Never talk about first love.

Keep talking about your future as much as you can.

You are better then her ex, don’t try proving it, it makes you reminding her of her ex.

Talk about your ex!! no never it makes her jealous and a result she is again talking about her ex.

Don’t ever compare your ex with your present.

She might compare you, but don’t show agitation to it, you can always use a filler.

When I was compared I said, you know what I am still the best, better then the rest coz I have you and you are better then the best…JJJ

Its been 4 months now and my life is relieved from Mr. X now, thanks to that future planning thing, it really helps a lot, I still fear that Mr. X can soon become Mr. Yes of my Ms. MY and I will be Mr. X’s ex’s ex…but I wont let it happen, well we engineers can fix anything ( even if its not broken)…

I am happy now but it’s her birthday next week and I still don’t have any article written for her… KKK

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I'm more than a friend

It is going to be a long and boring post so I don’t mind even if you guys don’t read it wholly.

It is about my love story, love story which never went beyond friendship, an eternal friendship.

Every one used to tell me that love and friendship between a boy and a girl are two totally different concepts, though I had experienced none by that time, still I believed what most of them said…

I was in 9^th grade when we moved into our new house and I had to change my school. It was 2^nd may, 01 (I don’t remember most of dates but few are too important to forget).

After a break of few weeks it was so tough for me to get up early in the morning and I missed my bus on the very first day of my new school, then dad dropped me to school.

In the very first class of the day our mathematics teacher introduced me to class, and as I had already missed 1 month of classes, she told students to help me in covering it up…

I as a student was never in good books of my teachers though I was among toppers but still for some odd reasons they dint like me…

I was sitting on the last bench, it was the place in class room I liked most…and then Deepti mam started with ratio n proportions and first question she asked from me was “how will you divide 4 oranges among 8 people”. Who will ask such a silly question from a 9^th standard boy (I could have taken it as personal affront but I answered) I said mam divide them into halves and distribute and she said good, (as if it was the toughest question she could ever ask) and then she said ok namit what if there were 12 people, now this was the limit…I replied mam better make orange juice and divide accordingly…

Whole class busted into laughter…they were looking at me as I was the only donkey they have ever seen…amongst those laughing faces I saw a smile…smile of a girl sitting in the very first row, soon I found my self busy in noticing those large and luminous eyes, that generous nose and those delicate lips and suddenly someone shouted “get out”…

Ohh!! It was deepti mam and I was standing out in the very first class on the very first day of my new school…I told you na...some odd reasons…

The day passed studying a bit and noticing her most of the time and making few new friends…

While boarding the bus to go back home I noticed she was in the same bus, and if you would had asked me what do I like most about my new school I would had said my school bus…

And then we both got down at the same stop, she lived the next block to mine…just a 3-4 mins walk from my place…for the first time I was glad, we left our old place…

Next morning I got up early just to reach stop few mins earlier so that I can talk to her, and when she came I just kept looking at her but she had such an aura I couldn’t even go near her…and then the day in school went smooth…few new more friends and I noticed how eloquently she spoke…the way her eyes rolled, the gestures she made, the way her hands moved, and the expressions on her face…for the next few days I tried talking to her in the classroom on the bus stop or in the bus…but all my attempts went into vain…one day in the evening I saw her sitting alone in the park and I went to speak to her, and as she noticed I was coming she said hi!! and smiled, I went near her but I couldn’t speak anything, words had abandoned me… after a pause she said…hello I am Niansha…

It was the most beautiful name I have ever heard, and still I couldn’t say anything and I left…

The days passed I still thought of going and talking to her some day…but I didn’t and summer vacations came…I never saw her in the park or anywhere in her block for the next 45-50 days…(for the first time in my life I wanted these vacations to end as soon as possible)…

on the first day after a long summer vacations I reached bus stop 10 mins earlier and I saw she was already there…I was standing, looking at the passing by traffic when suddenly I found her standing near me and she said hello namit, I replied hello Niansha…she said good to see after so many days, I smiled (I still dint knew what was happening, I was in a world beyond this world)…then in the bus we sat together and she told me that she was living with her relatives here and she went back to Moscow to be with her parents for vacations…and she was thinking about me when she was in Moscow and she knew even I thought of her and she found me irresistibly refined and oddly anachronistic, that time I dint knew what anachronistic meant but I chose to maintain magnanimous silence…and while getting down from bus she said namit I noticed you don’t like studying much so if you need any help let me know…for the rest of the day in school I was thinking about her and I thought what anachronistic meant, and I was in bit of awe that, does she know hindi at all…during my English class I asked my teacher, mam what anachronistic means, I noticed her smiling when I asked this question( while mam replied it means a misplaced event), I still was wondering how was I a misplaced event…

While returning she was sitting with her friends so we dint talk and while walking back home she said bye namit, and you are not a misplaced event…damn how could she read my mind every time…

In the following days I came to know that she was a topper, she knew hindi very well but she liked to speak in English most of the times, she was born on 23^rd June in Mumbai, her dad had a textile business in Russia, she had an elder brother, she hated liars and cheaters, and she was here because weather there dint suit her much, it was very cold, her waist was 21 while mine was 28, she liked reading ( some stupid English novels), she had a modernistic approach to almost everything and her dressing sense was killing…and I was liking every thing about her…

I called her Nia and she called me nimmo, which I hated…

She gave me a pen on my birthday (I still have it)…and days passed and came our final examinations, exams went fine (she used to sit right behind me in the exams but I already knew that she hated cheating) and in the few days our extra classes were to start as we had to give boards this year…and soon our 9^th standard results came, as usual she was the topper and I stood 3^rd in the class…

After few days of classes it was time for summer vacations and she had to go home to visit her parents, I was to miss her a lot… she went without even saying bye…

2 days before our school was to start she called me and asked me to come to society park in the evening…

She was standing near fountain and she was wearing a short top and a half pant kind of thing (rather quarter, it was too short)…I went near her…

Me: Hey Nia! Belated happy birthday.

Nia: Thank you! How are you nimmo…?

Me: Good…and you…?

Nia: Great…

Me: Hey! What are you wearing!! Ohh this is so Texas and this is so Paris.

Nia: When did you assume the privilege of talking to me like this!! I will wear what I please!!

Me: L

Nia: I was just kidding joker… (yeah JOKER this was the new name she gave to me)

And then she just held my hand and said I was just kidding stupid…you can say any thing to me…come on let’s go for a walk… (her touch was soft and smooth and flawless and gentle and I wished she held my hand for ever)

DOVE, now this was what I used to call her and she called me joker…

She was so beautiful that half of the school liked her and the other half was jealous…

As she was with me for most of the time we were in school most of the boys dint like me, and I dint like the boys who tried to be over friendly with her…

Her dad gifted her new mobile, it was a Samsung phone and it looked beautiful…

I used to text her from dad’s mobile as my scrooge dad never got one for me…

At times we used to text whole night and talk about anything just anything from weather in India to night life in Russia…I used to tell her what I liked in her and she used to tell me what she admired in me…

On my birthday she gave me a vesache perfume she bought from Moscow, and we went for dinner in a near by restra…we never studied together as she used to study early morning and I studied late in the night…then our class 10^th boards came and we went together to give exams on my LML scooter…exams ended well…now it was the most tragic time every Indian student have to face…we had to chose our career…Dove wanted to be a doctor so she was very sure of taking PCB, but I never knew what I will be doing but I was sure that I wont be a doctor so I decided of taking PCM, so this way we both have to be in different sections which was not acceptable to me so I decided to take PCM + B…yeah I was to be a PCMB student…it came as a shock to my parents and teachers…still I took PCMB and Dove took PCB and we were in same section(XI – C), for one class we had to change rooms when I went to mathematics class and she went to arts class…

One day our physics prof. was teaching us light and he said light is composed of tiny particles called photons which are not visible, and this came as a surprise to me and I said sorry sir but I can see photons, like when there is light coming from a window I can see small particles coming with that light and then he shouted you idiot those are dust particles which get illuminated in light and again I was sent out, odd reasons…

I was most out STANDING boy of the class, yeah she used to tease me with this…

Then came the results of first term exams of 11^th standard…Nia was very upset, I asked how was it, she said PHYSICS, I got 62 and it’s the only subject I got less then 80% marks in, what about you…and I said PHYSICS, I got 86 and it’s the only subject I got more then 60% marks…

But I was happy, happy because now I had a reason to spend time with her, in fact I had 2 reasons, I could give her my time to make her comfortable with physics and I can ask for her time to let her teach me chemistry and biology…

She was alone at her home most of the time as her uncle and aunt both came late from office, so I went to her place to study, and there I noticed that she loved English songs a lot and the song my love which she was always humming was by her favorite band westside…and I always used to get cofitos for her…she loved that coffee like toffee…

And the only hindi thing she used to sing was cofitos ka jaadu, bnd darwaje khulte hi jaye…

I used to play for my school cricket team but she never came to see any of my matches, she told me “noise in any form was antipathetic to her”, so she hated loud music, traffic jams, hooting, rock music and every loud noise, so I tried my level best to keep her away from all of these…I learnt a song on my guitar for her, it was from a band called The Zombies,

And if she should tell you "come closer"
And if she tempts you with her charms
Tell her no no no no no-no-no-no
No no no no no-no-no-no
No no no no no
Don't hurt me now for her love belongs to me

And if she should tell you "I love you", whoa whoa
And if she tempts you with her charms
Tell her no no no no no-no-no-no
No no no no no-no-no-no
Don't let her love from your arms
Oh oh oh oh
Don't hurt me now for her love belongs to me

She loved that song and my guitar… (just 2 of these)

Then came 21^st December, my birthday…and she decided we are going to a discotheque, I seriously dint knew what a discotheque was…so I confirmed, where are we going Nia?

She said to a disco, and I told her that there is no disco near by, and she said so we will be going where ever it is, just find out…

And I had to do it coz I knew if she had decided it, it wont change…we needed a car and as I expected my dad said a big NO…(if I had to go by dad’s car, I will have to take driver along, which I dint want) so Nia told me she will get her uncle’s car…
So we were to go to a disc that day, it was first time in my life that I went to a disco…

She came to my house to pick me, and when I got inside car she gave me a woodland wallet, this was third gift she gave to me, I never gifted her anything as her birthday came when she was with her parents…

That day she was wearing a smart mauve color leather jacket and a mini skirt, I won’t express how she looked that day but I haven’t ever seen some one as beautiful as she was looking that day, we went inside the disco and then she took me to the dance floor…

Nia: Hey nimmo dance.
Me: I don’t know how to dance.

Nia: Just put your hands up and hump the air. (that time I thought it must be English saying, how dumb I was)
Me: you are looking too good today, but if your skirt was anymore shorter it would be a hair band.

Nia: Just shut up and dance.
Me: You are looking so beautiful, I might kiss you.

Nia: You look so stupid I might slap you.
Me: Mera Dil.

Nia: Meri sandal.
Me: Tuut gaya.

Nia: Tod diya… now just shut up and dance…

We danced for a while(actually she danced, I was busy looking at her), then we had our food and then she dropped me back…(it was 11:30 and dad was so furious to see me coming so late, still I dint care, it was the most beautiful day of my life)

I had spent whole evening with my doll…I actually felt she was a doll for me. (I could remember once my sister was crying and I asked her what happened and she said “I lost my doll” and I said don’t worry I will get a new one for you and she said no I want my doll, now I understood what she meant by “MY” doll)

Nia always used to talk about fairies and magic land…she used to tell me that some day a Prince will come on a white horse to take her, take her away from this world and I always replied I am gonna kill that Prince…

She was weird, she was always thinking about some thing, she was so different, once our English teacher told us to write a 2 line review on Julius Caesar, everyone (including me) wrote so monotonous stuff like it was the best ever love story, story of pride and sacrifice and all…but Nia wrote, Shakespeare’s reference to clocks is odd, as there were no clocks at Caesar’s time…
I was in love with her, and she knew it, she could always read my mind…

Once I gave her my physics notebook and when she returned it, she made NA on it, I asked was it for, Niansha Aggarwal?? she said joker it meant Not Applicable…

Once while practicing after the classes I got hurt, and got stitches but I dint want to bother her so I thought of not telling her anything about it, next day I dint go to school and some of my stupid friend told her about it, she left the classes in between and came back home to see me and when she entered my room I saw her crying, and she hugged me( it was for the first time she was so close to me) and she was still crying and I said, stupid these are just few stitches, I could have died for this hug, she replied if you wouldn’t had, I would had killed you, and I said you already did…

I joined back school after a week and as final exams were near we had to study and after the exams we got our results and my Dove was the topper again while I was some where in top 5…

In a few days our classes started again, but Nia dint come on the very first day, after getting back home I called her and she said she was having a mild fever and she will be fine, and asked me not to visit her place as her aunt was home and she might not like it, a week passed and she dint turn up, I called her daily and she gave me same reply that she had a mild fever and she will be fine soon…

After few days Nia went to Moscow and left me forever…

On a following night my sister heard me sobbing in my room and she asked what happened all I said was I lost my doll…

Before going back to Moscow Nia came to see me for the last time and I could very well remember the last talk we had…she called me and told me to meet her near fountain in 5 mins…I rushed and saw her standing there, she was looking pale and thinner then ever…

Dove: Hey joker!

Joker: Hey dove! How are you?

Dove: I am good.

Joker: Liar, tell me what happened it can’t be just a mild fever, you look so weak and it’s been more then 10 days, what is it?

Dove: I came to return some of your stuff, your notebooks and all.

Joker: Kyu?? I will take it later stupid, you are not well you should rest.

Dove: Namit my Prince is coming and I am leaving tomorrow.
Joker: Shut up and tell me where you are going.

Dove: I am going back to Moscow, I am ill, my heart is very weak, I have a got a whole in my heart and it needs to be operated. (I was smitten)

Joker: Who told you that and you got to know it today?

Dove: I knew it since I was a kid but I have been too weak to get a major open heart surgery done.

Joker: You never told me, I hate you for this, I had a right to know it. When will you come back?

Dove: Namit I wont, treatment is just a formality, doctor said I have got last few days and I want to spend those days with my parents so I am leaving tomorrow.(I knew it was all true).

Joker: NO, you can never leave me, I won’t let you go.

Dove: I won’t leave you ever, when you have your daughter, name her Niansha and I will be back.

Joker: So why don’t you better me my daughters mum.
Dove: I wish I could, you remember that NA!! It was Niansha Aggarwal.

Joker: I knew it.

Dove: Namit promise me that you won’t ever enquire about me after I leave. You won’t cry much and will study well.

Joker: No, I want you back, I will get you back.

Dove: Promise me. Please do it. (I knew I had to promise it)

Joker: I promise everything you want, just don’t go.

Dove: I can not stand here for long, I am tired I will have to go, I have my flight at 3 am tomorrow.

Joker: Can I come along you to drop you to airport.

Dove: No!! Uncle will drop me. Bye Namit…

I knew this was the last time I was talking to her, this was the last time I can see her, I dint cry I just kept looking at her, I just wanted to hold back the time, and keep looking at her forever, then she smiled and turned to walk away I could see my life going away from me and I could do nothing to stop it…when she reached at the corner of the street, it was the last place I can see her, she turned and said…

Namit, I LOVE YOU FOREVER, FOREVER IS A LIE…

You might also like to consider reading how it all started,my first hand experience to love,

RETURN TICKET I

and now my life seem such a romantic disappointment,

RETURN TICKET II

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DREAMZZ UNLIMITED…. Janne kya chahe mann bawara….

I am different, this is what I used to believe as a kid, I thought I had a brain which works, I had 2 eyes 2 ears a nose and a mouth, I thought everything about my existence was more than ordinary…although I came to know it was the opposite… the things which I thought made me different were the most ordinary things I had…and one such ordinary thing was dreams…even I used to dream, dream of what I can do, dream of what I am doing, and dream of what I will be doing…that time I dint knew what a job or a career is… all I knew was I am gonna make it big...very big some day… I wanted to fly…all I wanted to be was superman or shaktimaan or even my dad’s driver ( I love traveling part), and DI’s friend’s boy friend ( ohh I could still remember that beautiful friend of her) .
and as I grew so did my senses and one day my 6^th sense persuaded me that these aren’t big enough so I have to decide what I will be doing...

I can very well remember that I was in 9^th grade when suddenly some patriotic part of me decided that I am gonna be an IAF pilot, yeah youngest pilot of India…this is what I and my 6^th sense decided for me…I had my plans…to make India a super power… (This is what Indians generally crave for and so did I.) I decided I will be joining Indian Air Force( I loved IAF) so I dreamt of an IAF team called FORCE I, like special combat forces…(initially I thought of force X but made it I)…and so on and on and on….I slept with the same dream on 20^th December 2002, and when I got up next day (21^st December my birthday), Di was standing with a whole new world for me…I went near her and touched it…
it was my first real 6 string…I loved it…
and then my 6^th sense said “time keeps changing so do I”

gone were the days of IAF gone was force…now I had a dream a very clear dream.. I was to become a soul guitarist…that’s all I dreamt of…guitars, music, bands, concerts….I had always been a big fan of bryam adams and I dreamt of being as famous as he was..
but as every story has a villain I had 2L, my dad and our family business…
my dad hated my guitar like hell…he could not take his son choosing a guitar over family business…
but I was adamant as he was and d first song I learnt was “papa kehte hai bada naam kare ga, beta humara aisa kaam karega”…but with me it was different..It was “papa kehte hai BADNAAM karega, beta humara PARESHAN karega”…

and then to add on to my miserable life were my dad's friends…I can remember once an uncle telling me “beta ye baja chodo padai par dhyan do”… I was calm at time but in my mind I killed him at least thrice, and I said uncle baaja nahi guitar kehte hai…
with such a criticism this dream seemed no more achievable, but I still had to try and I dint give up my guitar classes. I had to become a lead guitarist all I wanted was to work with backstreet boys…and days passed…some happy some sad…and due to spending most of time with my guitar I had already failed in my grade 12^th chemistry pre board exam…
and then came 21^st December 2004 and what I got was the biggest gift of my life…I have never seen something as beautiful as it was…slim, attractive, smartest and fastest…
a Toshiba Laptop, I was so amazed with it that for next few days I almost forgot I had something called guitar…I was in love(again) with this machine…
and then my 6^th sense said “time keeps changing so do I”
now I wanted to be an engineer…I wanted to play with machines…love them, live them…
now guitar was a history all I wanted was new machines…explore the power of science.. I wanted to work in factory with machines all over me…I dreamt of creating new technologies like Intel (I was so fascinated with that Intel Inside)... and to design an aircraft for Indian air force…there was so much I wanted to do...then I and my 6^th sense decided I am gonna be an engineer…it made everyone happy…like a happy ending….
but as I always knew I am different so even this couldn’t suffice me..or you can say I couldn’t suffice it...engineering seemed so alien to me…suddenly whole universe was falling on me, facing a hungry lion seemed easier then poking my head into damn machines…and then I realized god has a totally different plan for me(what an idea sir ji)
and then my 6^th sense said “time keeps changing so do I”
yeah advertising…I loved those damn creative advertisements…all I wanted was to have an advertising agency of my own…I have a dream…a very clear and elucidative dream of being in my office and creating an advertisement for a mobile company or a automobile company or an FMGC…I dreamt of being suave and sophisticated…MD of India’s largest advertising group..(Ayushman...yeah that’s what my group’s name would be)… and one fine evening I told my dad what I was going to be, an ad maker (it took hell loads of courage, for I knew a whole lot of drama and dhishum dhishum would follow)…and as I anticipated my CEAT dad(born tough) could not digest it…our family business and parampara…I had to bear with it….and my dad said “besharam tu humari ijjat par DAAG lagaega”… (Not just said, he actually roared)…
but I was as adamant as he was… ab “KUCH ACHA KARNE SE DAAG LAGTE HAI TO DAAG ACHE HAI NA”…
so after having experience in a number of jobs (IAF, Guitarist, Engineer, and many more…) I now dream of being the creative, the sophisticated, the suave, the debonair head of my advertising agency AYUSHMAN…I hope some day I will transform some of my dreams into reality…no dream too big, no dream too high...
till then… “Time keeps changing so do I”