It was 8 in the morning!!

| by Bhuvan

Aman and Suhani got married few months back. Theirs was a love marriage; after a lot of struggle and emotional battles they had managed to convince their parents & eventually tied the knot. Aman and Suhani was a perfect couple - made for each other, very understanding, very cooperative and full of true love. Below is an anecdote from their after marriage love life as per Aman.

Characters: Aman, Suhani and a maid

It was 8.15 AM in the morning and I could see the sun trying to peep into our room through the beautifully curtained windows. I was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper and sipping hot tea made by my beloved wife Suhani. Her tea was always special for me and would make my day. It was yet another beautiful morning with birds rhythmically chirping in the bushes & wind rustling through the leaves. I could hear Suhani from our bed room humming her favorite song “Teri ore, teri ore.” This was the first song she dedicated to me; I could remember it every time I hear this song. After that it became my favorite too.

“Didi, how many rotis today?” suddenly the maid shouted from kitchen addressing the question to Suhani.
 Suhani quickly came to the bedroom door and replied: “6 roti.”

She looked beautiful with her wet hair glistening in the few rays of sunlight and I could hardly take my eyes away from her. She winked at me to not to stare her and quickly went inside. I wished it was a holiday today and cursed our work wishing I could stop her from going to office today. I would rather prefer to hold this beauty in my arms and give her a lot of love.

I somehow managed to get my attention back to the newspaper that was in the same position since last 5 minutes as I was lost observing the beauty of nature and thinking about the most beautiful girl in my life – my Suhani.

Suhani came out wearing pink formal trousers and a perfectly fitting light pink shaded shirt that enhanced her beauty even further. I gasped looking at her, felt proud and lucky to have this divine beauty as my wife. She started applying some cream on her face, looking into the mirror. I could see her in the mirror and again lost my connection with the news I was reading. I was looking at her in the mirror and just kept looking at this divine beauty nurturing her looks gracefully.

I was brought back to the attention when she asked our maid about the tiffin: “Masi, is tiffin ready? I am already late and I hope you will not make it worst.”

The maid replied as if it was ready years ago “Oh Didi, it is already ready & waiting for your attention; as soon as you get ready, you can get it.” She then started murmuring and I could hear that she was complaining about every day scolding that she gets from Suhani for getting late in readying tiffin.

Suhani was busy in styling her hair & I could hardly take my eyes off her. Staring at her getting ready seemed more beautiful than even standing on the peak of Himalaya watching clouds passing through. She looked into my eyes in the mirror and winked; I was completely lost in her and I didn’t notice. She then turned around and I just didn’t want to lose sight of one of the most beautiful scene I was going through.

She was holding a comb in her left hand and with the right hand on her waist she looked to me with a small cunning smile and asked “Don’t you have some work? Focus on news; what are you staring at?”  

She knew that I was looking to her; she knew that how much I love observing her beauty and she love it when I look her that way, though that question was very much expected. All girls prefer to get complimented about their beauty and she was no different. I could hear the maid laughing in the kitchen; even she knew that when Suhani was in front of me, I wouldn’t see anything else. I looked at her and laughed saying “Looking at the most beautiful lady of the universe; what’s there in news I can leave the entire world for you.”   

She blushed and turned back towards the mirror and continued ameliorating her beauty. It was already 8.40 now and I could sense that she is already very late. She had to reach her office by 9.00 AM which now seemed almost near to impossible. I conveyed her that she is getting late and she almost threw all the cosmetics she was carrying in her hand while standing in front of mirror.

“Can’t you tell me that it’s already 8.40 instead of staring me; you know my boss will screw me” she shouted while she picked up her bag and started running from here and there. In return, I murmured so that she could not hear “If I would have told you, I would have missed all this and I didn’t  want to.” I kept looking at her and she sometimes looked at me with a smile saying “I know you must be telling me that you look stunning and you don’t need to waste so much time on looking better; but what to do, I am helpless, sorry darling.”   

It was a normal trend between us that we hug and kiss each other before she leaves for the office. I had an intuition that today she is late and she might miss it in a hurry. I thought to stand up and go close to the door so that it would be fast and easy for her to hug and kiss me and run for the office. But before I could stand up she fastened her sandal and opened the door, she looked at me and told giving a flying kiss “Hey Sweety, I am getting late; catch you in the evening, love you a lot, Mmmuuaahh, will miss you.” She pulled the door & ran away.

I could just mange to stand up in an awkward position - half sitting and half standing up - and as I had no option, I sat back on the couch again. I was upset and kept on thinking about it that how could she forget to kiss and hug me before leaving to office. I recalled every incident where I was hurt unknowingly by her in recent past. This was the first time, she forgot to do so. My heart and mind had a fight – Mind: “She doesn’t love you like before” - Heart: “No it was just that she was getting late” – Mind: “It was already late; it was just a matter of second” – Heart: “Its fine, not a big deal; she gave a flying kiss after all” – Mind: “It is of course a big deal, how could she forget it” – Heart: “Come on, this is the first time it happened” – Mind: “But it happened...”

I am a bit pragmatic and so I managed to listen to my heart & consoled myself saying “She was getting very late, I just hope she doesn’t get scolded by her boss.” I picked up the paper and started reading the news which I had left incomplete 20 minutes ago to avoid any further negative thoughts.

Suddenly, within a second the house door bell rang. I thought she must have forgotten something and that would add to her delay. I ran quickly to the door and opened it, seeing her standing in front of me; as expected. I immediately questioned “What happened? Did you forget anything? That’s why I always ask you to get ready before time.”

She was standing there smiling and I was confused looking her doing nothing. She was not even panicking as she was  getting late for office and further not even replying to my questions. She came close to me, hugged me and murmured in my ear “Darling, you are very bad. Can’t you stop me and tell me that I am forgetting something? I could not even imagine my day without a hug and kiss from you. For you it won’t make any difference, but for me it is very important. It says that you are with me; it says that you will hold my hand forever whatever be the condition; it says how passionately you love me. I am sorry, I forgot but I came back to get it.” I was dumbstruck and I didn’t know what to do; my eyes became moist. I held her tightly in my arms and said “I love you a lot.” I kissed her and she then ran for the office.

I scolded myself for being such a rascal and having such negative thoughts. I  just didn’t know what  went wrong. But I promised myself that from now on I will always follow my heart in all matter relating to the love of my life. After all she was the best thing which could have ever happened to me.

-          By Me. Thanks to Amin, Sarfaraz & Gaurav for giving time in reviewing my first flash fiction & for their valuable inputs to help me portray my fictionalization.
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An easiest way to committee a suicide

| by Bhuvan
All my well wishers & dear and near ones, relax, don’t be tensed; read the complete post before calling me or getting tensed. Today, I was coming by train and for the very first time in my life I was sitting on the door step of a bogie. Standing on the doorstep and sitting on the doorstep are completely two different experiences. It was really amazing sitting on the doorstep, and fortunately I was sitting  alone there with minimal rush on my back.

Sitting on the doorstep, first gave me a very pleasant feeling and the wind blowing on my face was something really very idyllic. Those rail tracks rushing back at very high speed, trees passing where I could hardly manage to see which spices it belonged to was something which I had already noticed earlier but this time it was all very near, really different and  of course much better. While observing everything running at high speed, I gradually started running into some thoughts. Everything around me was running at a very high speed and  my thoughts too started gaining the same pace.

Unfortunately, thoughts were mixing; hell lots of negative thoughts complying with equal number of positive & vice versa. Let’s not get into what thoughts were but yes it was mix of all extremely negative covering up with extremely positive thoughts. I am known for positive thoughts, so certainly the negative thoughts had to loose. But yes, for some point of time those negative thoughts dominated in my mind and it was the time when the thought of an easiest way of committing a suicide ran into my mind. This was partly because of negative thoughts and partly because of the situation – sitting on a doorstep of bogie; a train crossing at the very high speed that too just a few meters away; my leg slipping off from the top step to a successive step (of course safely).

Jumping off the running train when another train is crossing would certainly be the easiest way of committing a suicide. Jumping off the train on the right time would make you die in a fraction of seconds and you would hardly feel the pain. At the time when I was sitting there and looking to the trains crossing, I felt it so easy to jump off the train and another train crushing me into the parts within a fraction of seconds. This was the point when I felt, if at all I would commit a suicide, I would use this method. This would be the easiest way to do so. Not too painful and not too time consuming; fast and on the spot.

But yes, the very next moment I thought that suicide is for those who don’t have balls. People say; to jump from a building, to light up yourself, to consume poison, sinking in a river or sea; you need courage but I say all this is easy to do than to stand and fight with the world, with yourself, with the situation. If you have balls, you will fight back, whatever is the situation, but committing a suicide is something which you will never do.
 
The new generation has taken their life for granted and committing a suicide is like a play for them.  Someone failed & he or she thinks this is something worth loosing his/her life; boyfriend or girlfriend ditched and the idiot went straight away to committee a suicide. Are these reasons to give away something that is very precious – your life? Your life is something that your parents cherish more than anything in this world. Your life is something which your friends & siblings would miss & cry  for their whole life. It is something which may ruin your beloved, wife’s, daughter’s or son’s life. It would impact hundreds of people who are living for you and only for you and that impact could be terrible. 

Thus have balls and fight with the situation instead ruining your life and finding such easy methods of committing a suicide as I did; I apologies for sharing this method but I am a fighter and am strictly against suicide. I am fighting, are you?
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PL - The best days in College

| by Bhuvan
Few of you might be aware about what PL means. However, for those who cannot guess about this, let me tell you what PL means. PL stands for Preparation Leaves. Preparation leaves are the best days of  college, in fact the best nights in the college. Before you start thinking weird, let me clarify you, during these nights  every student is thoroughly, methodically, sincerely and actively involved in preparing for exams. Most of the time in a day is spent on thinking and discussing what to read and what not and when pressure gets built in evening, a solid plan is made to complete few courses in the night. After so much tension and planning for night, if you see the outcome, you will definitely believe that PL is the best days of the college life. Of course, as all fingers are not same, PL for each and everyone is not same.

Few of them, from day 1 starts studying intensively; few scheduling their plan – then rescheduling - again rescheduling - and it goes on; few of them starts gathering notes (books); few of them try to figure out what are the subjects; while remaining few thinks "now I will get some time to sleep, free from submissions, free from lectures". This is the time when "photocopies" is the most used word among collegians. In India, people prefer calling it XEROX.

During PL, sale of photocopy centre, tea/coffee centre, snacks sellers (particularly during night) boots up significantly. Reading for one hour and spending 3 hours on Tea/coffee centre is one of the regular activities. Various activities during PL are very much common like calling friends, discussing importance, explaining/understanding theories on phone and last but not the least getting scolded by parent for talking so long on phone. Driving bikes late night, discussing about the future with friends and talking all absurd things like, how would our children be, what job we will do, how much we will earn, when we will have S#X for first time, who is the hottest girl in the college, when would exams be over, where will spent our holidays after exam, what will do after exams and many more..... Reading for half an hour and sleeping for next two hours (yaar ek gante main mujhe utha dena or yaar tu kab soyega, mujhe utha dena yaar), scheduling plans and ending up with regret of not completing it.

PL is the time when lots of promises (to self) are made. PL is the time when relations are built or broken. PL is the time when students are at their highest level of  their creativity and sincerity. All sorts of regrets, thoughts and promises come or develop only in PL. Below are some example of such thoughts and promises and how it changes as the exam date approaches.

"Oye kuch accha plan kar is baar, marks aache lane padenge”

“Oye meri notes Xerox karva lena, aur ha papers bhi. Last 5 years ke”

“Yaar bohot bhuk lagi hai, chal na kuch khane ko order karte hai”. (To this another replies) “Abbe nahi yaar aabhi to hum ne kuch padhna suru hi nahi kiya. Padh lo yaar” (After 10 mins of sincere reading, the later guy) “Chod yaar, sach main bohot bhuk lagi hai chal pizza khate hai”

"Chal sir ko puchte hai, jitna aapne padhaya hai utna hi padhna hai na"

“Abbe kitna padega, saala padhke kiska bhala hua hai”

"Yaar, yeh saala technology zabardast hai, kya invention hai. Chal na apne bhi aisa kuch sochte hai."

“Aaj to bohot padh liya yaar, chal chai vai pee ke aate hai”

“Maine suna sir ne class B valo ko kuch imp diya tha”

"Abbe yeh to sir ne kabhi padhaya hi nahi, saale ne kitne lectures liye. Thoda imp deta to. (The crowd replies) Sach main, Kam$%a hai yaar vo”

“Tu to aise bol raha hai jaise uske saare classes attain kiye hai."

“Oh GOD, this is so tough, if we would have read this from first, yeh situation nahi hoti."

"Darling don't worry, tomorrow i will explain you about this theory in simple language, to ho jayega, aabhi chalo give somthing sweet mmmuuaaahhh........."
"Sweetheart, don't worry, itna tension mat lo, main samja dunga yeh to bohot easy hai"
"Saale kamine, mujhe kehta hai ke main yeh padha nahi hai... aur use kehta hai kitna easy hai main samja dunga $$$^%&34#52$##^&^&%^&"

"Yaar sir ko call karna, koi doubt raise kar ke puch na agar koi importance de de to, mujhe to aapni vaat lagti deekh rahi hai."

"Saala khud itna padhe ja raha hai aur mujhe kehta hai, abhi to kuch nahi padha, saala dost ko dhokha de raha hai."

"Koi nahi, agli baar usse zyaada marks nahi laye to, to, to....."

"Yaar, tera itna sab ho gaya!!!!, meri to fati padi hai"

“Yaar last 5 years ke kisi bhi papers main aisa kuch pucha nahi hai, yeh chod dete hai”

“Pata hai, last year tak vo sir sab ko imp de dete the, saala aapne waqt hi sab change hona tha”

"Yaar, yeh dimaag main nahi jaa raha hai, thoda samja de aapni language main, jo samaj main aayega aapni language main likh dunga."

“Pakka hai na ke sab log yeh nahi padh rahe hai, varna pata chala yehi question aaya aur sirf aapni vaat lagi hai”

“Yaar kya boring life hai aapni, saala pura din padho to bhi khattam hi nahi hota”

"Yaar, yeh exams kyun hoti hai"

“Dear God, please is baar help kar le, next semester I promise pehle se padhai karunga”

"Oye Raaba, baacha le" 
  
During PLs, 70% of students are in similar situations, full of such thoughts and promises. In spite of  all these, if you see the outcome, 90% of people clear the exams, which is indeed an achievement. Salute to these days...
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Happy Children’s Day

| by Bhuvan
Happy Children’s Day to all my friends, all colleagues, all below my age, all above my age and those who feel that they are still a child and have lot to learn, lot to do in their life. November 14th of every year, the day is celebrated as a children's day after the birthday of the first prime minister of independent India, Pandit Jwaharlal Nehru, to honor children of India. 

It is known that Pandit Jwaharlal Nehru, after Independence of India, had worked rigorously and passionately for the better education and welfare of children and for the youth of India. Under his regime, he committed in his five years plan that every child in India would get free and compulsory primary education.  He also brought a scheme to distribute free meals and milk to school children in India. 

Children are the future of tomorrow, the young India. However, today in India what children learns is competition, discrimination, corruption and earning money (oops, earning more and more money – reality shows and media has supported the perception more strongly). A poor child cannot attain school as their parents cannot afford the fees or the donation. Private schools are given more importance, where merit is the second priority and donation is first for admission.  School teacher who plays major role in nurturing youth of India, are interested in earning more money out of this profession and most of them have started with private tuition. They teach more in tuition as compared to that in school. Everyone right from the trusty, management to the teachers have changed their perception of this Nobel profession called “Teaching” and have transformed teaching as a pure business, a revenue & profit generating machine. 

Not only schools, trusty, managements, teachers and Government are responsible for this situation. Parents are equally responsible for the same. Parents compare schools on the basis of their facilities (just as we do for hotels, cinemas and homes, etc.) and all want their child to study in the best school where he can learn everything. This leads the schools and management to improve the quality of facilities rather than education.  Thus more money is invested by Government and investors in providing facilities than the salary of School teachers. This leads to poor quality of teaching but better quality of infrastructure.  No parents want their child to become a teacher, because there is no money in it. Teaching is a Nobel profession and should be considered the same. Government should encourage people to select teaching as their career by creating more opportunities in this profession. 

Children are getting smarter and clever with technology upgradation, but hardly few of them are learning basic characteristics of humanity. Competition is necessary, but is it the right time for them to know what competition is, how to compete with the another child sitting next to him, when they are just a kid and they don’t even know what is the importance of getting marks in exams. Is it necessary to discriminate children on the basis of their status of parent’s income, on basis of their looks and basis of their family status? Appreciating someone who is doing better is necessary, but that appreciation should not lead to discrimination among others. A kid when he is born, he is pure by thoughts and heart. We feed them with thoughts, liking and disliking. Thus, when we feed them we have to be careful.

A child in India is discriminated right from the first step of his learning – The School. Can’t donation be the second priority for getting admissions? Better infrastructure in schools and better quality of education is needed, but not at the cost of other children loosing opportunities of attending schools.



I wish, we all together someday can help Government and create a better environment for our children, to help them feed what actually they need rather than showing them importance of materialistic things.

Happy Children’s Day!!!

Please note: This is post is as per my experience and on the basis of teachers, schools and people I have known, met and read about. When I say teachers, parents and schools, I don’t mean all, but yes I do mean most of them. I still believe that there are some schools, teachers and parents for whom teaching humanity is more important and they still consider teaching as a Nobel profession.
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I am Praying, Once again!!

| by Bhuvan
If you are the regular reader of my blog, you will come to know why this title has "Once Again" in it. This is because I already had written a post on Praying for you; there I was praying for someone and here I am praying for self. I should have not used the word "regular reader", because I am not a regular blogger that I expect my readers to come and read my blog regularly. Last post was on 15 August, almost two months ago. Anyways, I can always give excuse I was busy. Indeed, I was busy with someone; someone, I never think I can live without.

This time I am praying for me. Obviously 99 out of 100 times when we pray, it is for self. But we sometimes do pray for others. Going back to why I am praying this time; I am worried about the future, I want one thing in my life and I can give anything for that in return. I don't know whether I am right or wrong. I don't know what will be the consequences of it, but what I know is that I want it. I think I deserve it, I think it is made for me, I think this is what I wanted and so I want it. I will not force anyone or anything for this, but I surely have rights to pray to GOD that if I deserves such a beautiful thing & if I am lucky enough that it deserves me, then I should get it at any cost.

I know people say that if you work hard for something or if you try to get something with purity, you will get it. "Agar kisi cheez ko dil se chaaho to puri kayanat usey tumse milane ki koshish mein lag jaati hai" - dialogue from Om Shanti Om. "When you desire something badly enough, the entire universe conspires to give it to you" - By Paulo Coelho (The Alchemist). I want the kayanat to help me, I want the entire universe help me, I want the GOD to help me, I want everyone of you to help me get what I want.

I am praying for it, I am praying for something that is mine, I am praying for something that I need badly. I don't know what plans the destiny or the GOD has for me, but I will keep doing my hard work and will keep praying to make the GOD realize that how much I need it. I am sure GOD must be having some good plans for me in future, but still what I am worried about is that one thing and if I don't get that, I don't know how will I react to it, but that would be the worst moment of my life.

I will continue praying and I am sure one day GOD will have to hear me :-)
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What is your plan on this Independence Day?

| by Bhuvan
Today, 15 Aug 2010, is India’s 64th Independence Day. Sixty three years ago, the same fine date, 15 Aug 1947, was the most important day for the people, of the people and by the people of India and even after 64 years we celebrate this day in the memories of people who fought for us, in the memories of our country who struggled in the past, in the hope of our people growing along with our country. I don’t have much to say on this Independence Day, except to share one fictional story which I guess is very much real.

Few young friends as per their usual Saturday evening schedule, had a gathering on 14th August 2010 at a Dhabha (a small road side restaurant) called “Singh Da Dhabha.” After hell lots of work had to be done in the entire week in office and home, every Saturday they all come to meet each other and share their thoughts and get relaxed. This Saturday, a day before Independence Day, again they met at 8.30 p.m, they all gestured each other and formed a circular group making them comfortable on the plastic chair. They started of well with their usual talks and after some one and half hour, Rahul asked the question and the story begins:

Rahul asked “Hey guys, what is the plan of tomorrow, it’s the Independence Day, a holiday? F#$%king holiday got wasted as Independence Day had to come on Sunday. I am worried, this time I won’t be able to participate in any of our Sunday’s party as I have loads of work; have to take my mom to hospital for regular check up and after that I wanna take a deep rest as this week was very hectic, I hardly slept this week due to the assignments.” Rahul was a Commerce graduate and was working in some Finance company as accountant and simultaneously pursuing Part Time MBA.

Trisha, (married girl at the age of 23, now 25) replied “These Sundays as so boring. I am fed up with my in-laws; they have made my life hell. I don’t understand why my husband doesn’t support me when he knows that what they are asking is foolishness. They want money so I am working 6 days a week and that too from 8 to 8 and now they also want me to take care of household work. How is it possible? Forget it, I am out of any plans , no chance my hubby will be interested in outing tomorrow as he knows I will be stuck up in those 4 walls with hell lots of household work. He will never want me to hand over any work to the lazy housemaid (who for sure won’t do it) or his parents, I mean our parents.”

To that Aziz started laughing and said “Poor Trisha, your husband seems to be very cooperative, why you don’t talk to him and try to explain your condition.” Trisha replied and this time anger on her face “Do you think I am a fool that I am waiting for your expert guidelines. I have tried it many times, but no output, he is mama’s boy. Forget it, what are your plans on Independence Day?” Aziz voice was low this time "Nothing specific, I can’t even meet Shreya (his Hindu girl friend, he was Muslim); my parents warned me not to devise any kind of plan to meet up Shrey. They said people will feel I am planning any conspiracy to blast the police inspector’s house or kidnap his daughter (Shreya was PI’s daughter). It’s even risky for We Muslims to loiter around any public or gov. property on Independence Day.” Aziz father was a Member of Parliament and famous politician among Muslim’s community.

“Man, for me all days are same. I can’t compromise on my workout and so I have to get up early in morning or else my dad will kill me. I don’t want to be a sports man, but as per my dad I have to. One more busy Sunday, nothing new though its Independence Day” – Aman said. Aman was a son of unsuccessful Sports Man. To cheer him up a bit, Rahul said “Man at least you will get a chance to meet up some babes at your sports club. Enjoy with them, the Independence, what else?” All started laughing.

Suddenly, they felt an appearance of beggar irritating them and asking for some food and they all stopped laughing. “Please give me something so that I can feed my child.” – Beggar started his usual begging job as he felt the group has given him some attention. Aman and Trisha both gave him some money and showed him the way to move ahead.

Beggar started walking and showing two one rupee coins to his son murmured “See dear son, there is hardly any difference between Independence Day and Normal Day for us but Independence Day is very important for us. On normal day, we beg and they pay us, on Independence Day we find out for Indian Flags lying on ground and sell them and they again pay us. Thus on Independence Day, Indian Flags give us the independence from begging, so be proud to be a part of this country.”

Here, all of them continued the discussion ignoring the beggar. All of the sudden their attention shifted to Ravi who throughout the discussion was busy doing something on his mobile. “Hey Ravi, whats up? What are you up to? We have been observing you; you are completely in your mobile since we are here, new girl friend or what?” asked Rahul. After blushing for few seconds Ravi replied “No Man, Just updating my status on Facebook; wishing Independence Day and updating people that we are here to plan out Independence Days’ schedule and its all done.”

He continued talking now looking out of his mobile screen “Well, I am free for any plans. Thank God my boss has spared me at least on Independence Day. I would be the happiest person in the country to have Independence Day on Sunday. My boss is busy with some event related to Independence Day and so I got one Sunday where I can relax.” Suddenly his phone started ringing, he looked into the mobile screen “What the F#$%, my boss is going to screw me up for 100 years, we talked of him and devil is here.” He shouted showing screen of phone to everyone. All started laughing and Ravi went away from the group so that his boss is audible to him clearly.

The Old man, somewhere in 80s, sitting beside this group was hearing their discussion throughout. He took a support of his son (owner of “Singh Da Dhabha”) and got up. He asked his son to help him to take near to the group of those young chaps. He went there and stated clapping. All were amazed and so was his son to see such an Old man coming to them and clapping for them for no reason. They all were confused, what could be the possible reasons, what have they done that he is clapping.

After clapping for one minute he uttered “All of you, the young Indian chaps, the future of India started the discussion with the question: What are the plans on Independence Day? And what have you discussed is your personal problems. None of you mentioned any thing about our India. None of you thought of sitting for two minutes and thinking about the country, none of you thought or discussed about flag hosting and singing the national anthem at least once.” The Old Man continued and this time raising his voice “Do you even know that the restaurant you regularly visit is named in the memories of the legendary Bhagat Singh – Singh Da Dhabha.” The old man went away after saying this and all the young chaps were dumb.

They had two options after listening to the Old Man. They could have either continued discussing the same what they were discussing few seconds ago and ignore the Old Man or would have started thinking about our country and at least would have thought something where they can contribute for better India.

What option will you choose?

Happy Independence Day!!
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Friendship Day

| by Bhuvan
Every year, the first Sunday of August is celebrated as Friendship day. The tradition of celebrating Friendship day by giving an honor, respect and love to friends started in US in 1935. Gradually, it gained popularity and was adopted in many countries including India. Friends come together on this very special day and wish each other by exchanging the gifts, cards, friendship band, etc. Friendship band being very popular in India. People spend their most of time with their friends and express their love for each other.

Human being is a social creature and importance of friends in their life can never be neglected. Life without friends means an isolated and obscured life.

Friends become the solution when you are in a problem.
They become the smile when you are sorrow.
They become the mentor when you are depressed.
They become the way that helps you reach your destiny.
They share their pocket money when you want to gift your girlfriend
They give you their support when you breakup with the same girlfriend.
They are the one who walks to you, when everyone else are walking away from you.
They are the one who believes in you when you stop believing yourself
They are the one listen to what you don't say
They are the one who knows all about you, but still likes you.
They are the one with whom you can share all your thoughts, you can be what you are and you can say what you want to.
They are the one who will be there for you when they should have been anywhere else
They let you know that you are not alone on the road of life.
They hold your hand to assure you that there is someone whom you can call and ask for anything, anytime.
They fight with you, they love you, they laugh on you and even cry for you.

They are friends, the siblings God forgot to give us and so send a gift in the name of friendship.

Friends plays one of the very important part in our life; they are life one soul, one mind in two bodies. Never miss an opportunity to show the appreciation to friends for their love and care. This August 1, 2010 gives you one more opportunity to appreciate your friendship. Don't wait for next August, you never know it can be too late.

I would like to take this opportunity to thank all my friends for being with me and helping me whenever I needed them. Having you all in my life is priceless. I cannot ask anything better than this.

Compared to friendship, gold is dirt.
Happy Friendship Day
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