What Struggle is this???

So, This time its Mumbai, attacked again and we all have a topic to talk about with all the pangs and emotions, I was just wondering how long will this discussion last, my previous experience says 5 days…that’s the max, and then we will all again get back completely to our usual gossip and wait for yet another Breaking news…I know this might be hurting many of us but we all, including me, are like this and that’s what life has made us.

First it was Indian Mujahedeen and now its Deccan Mujahedeen, these things made me wonder what the hell this word Mujahedeen means and you all would be shocked in knowing what it actually means. Well, this is what Wiki says about this terror word:

“A Mujahid(Arabic مجاهد, muǧāhid, literally "struggler") is a Muslim involved in a jihad, who is fighting in a war or involved in any other struggle.[1] The plural is Mujahideen[2] (Arabic: مجاهدين‎, muǧāhidīn). The word is from the same Arabic triliteral as jihad ("struggle"). In Islamic scripture, the mujahid contrasts with the qaid, one who does not join the jihad.
Mujahideen is also transliterated from Arabic as Mujahedin, mujahedeen, mujahedīn, mujahidīn, mujaheddīn, and variants.”

If this is a struggle, then bloody hell, what kinda struggle is this? Can anyone think of any reason of this kind of terror trail which is being wrongly named under ‘struggle’? Struggle to me is something which is done for a cause which positively affects the lives of a large audience. Killing over 100 innocent people out of no reason, is that what these young spoilt minds call struggle. I think all the people behind this so called Mujahedeen gang are a coordinated group spoilt by some coordinators who instills in them a psyche of menace. These minds are so depraved and cracked up that they are driven by the immature feeling of killing innocent human beings. Their mind can be compared to a kid’s mind who enjoy killing terrorists while playing computer games like Counter Strike, Half Life etc. I don’t know but this is the most insane thing happened ever…

Also, the kind of jolt these attacks are have always given us are tremendously sad, first we lost our top cop in Delhi Shootout and now we lost other top ATS cops and many more. We all should definitely salute these Shaheed’s of nation, I salute you from the bottom of my heart…you walked the talk…you lead by example, but all I wanted was to see you alive. I wanted you to plan this in a such a way so that you act as a mastermind against their mastermind. You have an effective young and brave team of cops just like you who could swamp all the terrorists with the valor like yours and emerge out winners where the at least our country doesn’t lose the most efficient of its cops which may lead the misnomer Mujahedeen celebrate in their own way the death of peace…

I wish this is not a new different style of terror attacks where the targets are the top brass, foreign tourists and many others staying in luxury hotels being hostage, mercilessly shot down creating such an unanticipated chaos and spilling the sad and gory pictures everywhere…

I know I who is just writing a blog sitting on my comp can’t actually decide the way-out from all these chaotic situations which are happening every now and then in our country, but I can at least ask you all the solution to come out of this terror trail.

The first one comes from my side only. Firstly, we should start respecting and believing in the police force of the country and instill our confidence in them so that they are charged up and ready to fight any situations. The can become valiant and cautious at the same only with our appropriate support. We all are young and we have to have the eye and poise to trace out wrong or suspicious movements happening somewhere in very close proximities of some of us. We should take the initiative of being the informers of the nation. We might go wrong at one or two places, but I’m sure we will be right one day and that day we will surely be saving lot of lives and grace for the nation. We are the only ones who can catch them young and nip in the bud.

Another way of winning this war is to let the terrorists inane purpose of these attacks defeated by not showing and sensationalizing this chaos, but keep living and spreading happiness everywhere we can. Their purpose though no one knows about it but might be to spoil the regular peaceful lives of ours and we can deter their purpose only by continuing our daily peaceful lives as we always do, in fact spreading more happiness in the world we live in.

Was talking to one of my mumbaikar friend and she said eloquently that Mumbai never stops…everyone is back in action as if nothing had happened…Kudos to her…and all the mumbaikars…I am with you…the entire country should stand up together to fight this attack..Let us all be brave…Let us kill the terrorists purpose by showing the true spirit of being an Indian…Lets be unfazed…Lets be calm…Lets keep smiling…Lets keep winning…

PS: I was kinda disturbed, I don’t know why, may be coz of this entire mayhem in Mumbai…but I might be feeling better after writing this blog…I don’t know why that too? But, I am still waiting for some young ideas which we can contribute to the nation to stop these serial terror attacks being edged upon our wonderful nation…so think if you can…!

Diwali Greetings...:)

Though I have taken a lot of time to write this new post on my blog,
but believe me I had no time to write a full blog over this long period,
but finally I'm taking only a little time to copy paste these heartfelt diwali wishes to all the beings on the blog-o-world...

Hi thr…

Wish u all a very happy and a prosperous Diwali...














NJOY FULL ON…N DEFINITELY TRY GOING GREEN THIS DIWALI….:)

The Guy Named Nikhil: Part 1

Nikhil was brought up in a decent middle class family where he was being taken care of everything right from his childhood. He grew up as a naughty, shy and cute kid, having cheeks so fluffy, that every passerby definitely used to ‘poke-in’ on his cheeks elongating them some centimeters for sure. ‘Cheeekabo’ is what he used to call it and he knew he always hated it…

Well, this continued even when he grew up into an adult; only the audience to his cheeks changed with time. Though, the cheeks had a lean ‘cheekabo’ phase between 16-19 when his face got some signals of puberty, but that went off soon and he got spic and span to attract the new found ‘care’ mostly from the opposite sex.

Nikhil had his first crush when he was in the fourth class. The girl was almost six years elder to him but he had fallen in love with her, so much so that he had invented a stylish name for referencing her only to himself. She was Shruti and he used to reference her as ‘Trutsssss’. Definitely, he could never manage the courage to talk to her for the only seven days he had met her during an outstation wedding ceremony. But the feeling remained with him for a long time.

Good in studies and with nice communication skills, Nikhil had been a star among the friends. The shyness in approaching girls had remained inherent only till the time he managed to approach the first one. This had happened when he was in the eleventh class. And then, as they say, it was all history.

Playing volleyball had been the hobby even when it came on the cost of bunking some classes especially those which used to be the free classes of Nancy, the class ninth girl of his school.

He used to play volleyball, all in style, to show off while she used to style-off with her friends somewhere near the volleyball court. Lots of exchanged glances and one fine day, purposefully Nikhil’s threw up the volleyball into the destined bunch of ‘Nancied girls’.

“Can you pass on the ball?”…he reached upto them and asked Nancy, looking straight into her eyes.

Nancy along with the bunch of girls burst out in laughter and they were out of the scene in no time. Poor Nikhil was left aghast and all the more embarrassed.

And so, he could never gather the courage to talk to Nancy again until he met Priya. This happened during the annual school fair when he was in his last year of school. She was managing the class-stall in the fair making people play “Ring-O-Mania”. The same old game where one has to throw rings on articles and once you ring something, that becomes yours. Nikhil spent his entire day on her stall spending all his money and gifting all the articles kept on the stall to the host Priya only.

This definitely impressed upon the tall and beautiful Priya who, as his friends used to call, had ‘interestingly accentuated features’. And hence began his first friendship. It was the first lovey-dovey affair of his life. Spending time in coffee shops, school canteen, book fairs and eateries was an altogether different kind of fun element for him away from the sports ground and the volleyball fields. He never realized before that all these places had so much more in them.

This also gave him the opportunity to understand what was there in a girl’s mind because earlier while reading the text books stating “mind is present only in Human beings”, he had misread it as “mind is only present in Man beings”.

Though he realized he was not the best at reading a girl’s mind but the experience of knowing these all together different beings was very different for him and he was loving it all. He never used to have similar conversations with his friends in school. And he realized he never ever had a girl as a friend in any of his group of friends, before.

The aftermaths of this 'affair', as his friends used to call it, came with the teasing of friends, the eyeing of teachers in the class and the special attention of girls in school. All this was new found to him but he was finding it way different… interesting… enticing and all the more exciting…

The friendship with Priya lasted for a few months till the time Nikhil left school. On the last day of his school, Priya was crying but at that moment, he could never realize that he will also be missing her. But, seeing tears in her eyes made him feel for the first time how important he could be for someone. The distances between them grew with time and both of them soon drifted away from each other…leaving it as a sweet memory in Nikhil’s mind…

He just thought of it as a 'connect' which the two of them shared till the time they were connected and he moved on...realizing nothing...

The First Date...The Last Date?

She dials in the second last number on her last dialed entries…and says, “Poor fellow wants to meet me tomorrow…again… (a loud laughter followed…) don’t you worry…I am sure I’m not turning up...”..."Or..even if I turn up..I am sure he'll be in for a tough time...something hes given many girls..what does he say..'its cool mahn'...yes Nikhil..its gonna be very cool"...

And she drops the call soon...still thinking of her plan of action for tomorrow...dozing off after a while...
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Next Day:

It was 6PM and Nikhil was already waiting on the coveted hot-seat of the food court. Nikhil saw beautiful curly hair appear on the floor yet again right at 6:30PM, he was sure this time, it cannot be her...‘right on time’. But he was surprised to see her there. All charged up…walking up to him with the cutest smile he had seen.


She had a bouquet of flowers in her hand and she was walking up closer to him. She hugs him gently, hands over the bouquet to him and sits right in front of him. Nikhil was just about to gain his senses out of the mist of her splendid perfume and she said, “The bouquet is for the long wait which you did for me yesterday. I know I have been rude to you in the past but yesterday you made me realize that you are not the SOB which I was expecting you to be…" And she started approaching him closer to his left cheek……

And suddenly his phone started ringing which brought him out of his daydreaming. Aghast…he saw the screen flashing “Bhargavi calling…” Oh well, not again…she must not be ditching me yet again…

“Bhargavi…What the hell!! Its 7 already…how much more u want to me to wait??…I wished you wud have come…at least for some time…”... ‘Gosh!!! The desperate me…’ he grumbled…

She rattled back, “Look Nikhil, I don’t like malls; I am waiting right outside the mall. Quickly rush out or I will be leaving in another 5 minutes.” And before Nikhil could say anything, the call was dropped.

He rushed down the elevators almost stumbling down three times.

Right at the front gate of the mall, there was a Black Toyota Camry waiting. Nikhil saw her sitting at the back seat, the driver on the wheel. She was busy combing her shining black hair…her face was turned sideways. Nikhil could just gaze at her eyelashes through the strands of her curly hair...waiting to see her again...These 2 days had seemed like 2 decades...

As he reached close to the car, she asked the driver to open the front door. And she commented, “I think I should keep a safe distance from the Nikhils of the world….” With the sheepish smile on his face, he had no other option than to sit with Mr. Natthuram.

First her father and now the driver, why every male around her furnishes such a deadly huge moustache…Nikhil thought…

“Natthuram ji, ghar chaliye.”

“WHAT??? Are we going to your home Bhargavi. Don’t you think it would be too early for me to meet your parents…?”

She laughed aloud…“Nikhil…come on…I am not fool enough to take you home…That was just to scare the hell outta you...By the way…U look cute when u r scared…Chalo, lets walk…”,

‘SCARED n CUTE’, Nikhil didn’t know whether to take it as a compliment or plain insult.

Both of them got out of the car. Nikhil noticed, she was dressed in a white dress with a broad leather belt draping her skirt across her waist properly. Her transparent white sandals as she stepped out of the car made Nikhil think as if an angel was coming out. Her earrings were small, still very fashionable adding to her charisma. Nikhil thought again, "It’s a dream or a reality…I am finally meeting her…"

They started walking and Natthuram Ji followed in the car.

"CAN WE TALK?"…he stated his pick up line again..cursing himself for the lack of originality.

"Hmmmmmmmm? How many times and to how many girls you have said this before…?” She broke the silence created by the breeze which was crossing both of them.

“Not many Bhargavi. Seriously, you are different, way different than anyone else. I can’t express this in words, but believe me you are the one. All my lifetime I have liked only the girls who have been challenging, if any girl had come up to me on her own, my interests for her had gone down. In that sense you seem to be way different, really challenging. And definitely the most desired one too…”

“All you guys are the same, you definitely find every girl different in the beginning but soon you get familiar and again start looking for some THING different. Isn’t it true…Nikhil?”

“I won’t lie on this Bhargavi. It’s true that one looks for change in life but that change seeking proposition goes on till the moment you don’t find someone who is much more than all the changes you have ever seen in the life. Over and above that, it’s the connect, that makes life a worthwhile experience and when that connect goes missing, it’s better to look for change…isn’t it?”

“So, you mean to say that you would look for your own so called ‘connect’ and then you would part ways than even when you know that the girl whom you are with still shares the same connect.”

“I think a connect happens with the two - together, that’s my philosophy. And both should definitely realize, when is the moment when the connect breaks. I think there is no point to continue for the benefit of both after the connect is broken. Both can try a couple of times but that’s it…you have to make a move after a while…”

“So, that’s the reason you broke up with Swati and that’s the reason you never got along with Aruna.”, She asked him...

It came to him as a jolt. The floor from the bottom of his feet started quaking.

"So how many connections have you broken till date? Or let me put it the other way..how many connects did you feel did not connect to you Nikhil?"

Had it been someone else..Nikhil would have lied on her face..but to her..he didn't get the urge, "I won't lie to you..I have had relations in the past..I haven't been a nice guy Bhargavi..I have broken a lot of promises..and trusts..and have moved on...I am bad and I know I'm"...."I don't know why I am saying this to you..but I don't wanna lie to you..."

"Ahh..and you think you gonna impress me by stating some true facts…" she interrupted...

"I don't know what makes you dislike me so much..but I am finding my connect here...a connect for which I have waited all my lifetime...a connect which might last a lifetime...N this is coming straight from my heart...right for the first time...", Nikhil was being desperate..

"Lets cut this senti business Nikhil…I'am not in for it please..You have broken many hearts and I am here to teach you a lesson…something that you rightfully deserve...I gotta go now..I have other important things to do..."

"Will we meet next?"

"Why do you wanna meet me?"

"I don't know..."

"May be when you can give me some reason to meet you...as of now, I don't see any..."

With that she gestured to the driver...
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A few MOMENTS later:

There was already a great distance between them by this moment…they were going in different directions...far away from each other, soon...




PS: With contributions from none other than Richa (aka Santa)

Rules from Men: Out for the First Time!

We always hear "the rules" from the female side. Now here are the rules from the male side....our side:

Please note... these are all numbered "1"....ON PURPOSE!

1. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think of it that way.

1. Crying is blackmail.

1. Breasts are for looking at and that is why we do it. Don't try to change that.

1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.

1. Saturday = sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.

1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one:

• Subtle hints do not work!
• Strong hints do not work!
• Obvious hints do not work!

JUST SAY IT!

1. ‘Yes’ and ‘No’ are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.

1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.

1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor.

1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 days.

1. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us!

1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways, and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.

1. You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it done…Not both, If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.

1. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials.

1. Christopher Columbus did not need directions and neither do we.

1. ALL men see in only 16 colours, like Windows default settings.
Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a colour. Pumpkin is also a fruit.
We have no idea what mauve is.

1. If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that.

1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," we will act like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.

1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear.

1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine, Really.

1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as:
Sex, Sport, or Cars.

1. You have enough clothes.

1. You have too many shoes.

1. I am in shape. Round might be a shape.

1. Thank you for reading this; Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight, but did you know men really don't mind that, it's like camping.

Pass this post to as many men as you can - to give them a LAUGH.

Pass this post to as many women as you can - to give them an EDUCATION.

PS: Got this one as a forwarded mail, but cudn't resist putting it up on the blog :) Afterall, most of the mails WE receive are 'SOMEWHERE OR THE OTHER' related to females...very few mails come out where we get to read about male's pschology.

The Day After That Night...

Nikhil, the guy who used to live in every moment, one who used to create a great atmosphere wherever he used to go, who was the star among his friends...; was in a completely engrossed mood today, way different than his normal self.

To Arun and Vyomkesh’s surprise, Nikhil got up very early today and was the first to catch the office bus, the same bus which he either used to miss or used to come running to catch it at the very last moment. Usually the atmosphere at home also was full of music…loud music and lots of crazy hullabaloo, courtesy Nikhil; but today, there was pin drop silence coz the one who used to be the trouble and laughter creator was in a different world altogether…

Riya, the girl who sits next to him in office waved in the normal chirpy style, “HI NNikheeeel…wasssssssup dude?”, but Nikhil was staring his computer screen deeply engrossed in his own thoughts with three lines of tension clearly visible on his forehead. Having felt unnoticed, something which a beautiful girl can never stand. Riya puffed Nikhil hard on his shoulder…”Kya bi…where are you?” Khair leave all that. Tell me, “Kaisi lag ri hoon?” “Look! I have got this new shade on my hair…don’t u think it’s awesome…””Also, what about the new sexy pair of sandals…don’t u think they rockkk?”

Perturbed enough and moving his eyes wherever Riya was forcing them to, he just could say, “Wonderful Riya!” in the end and he got back to his screen again. By this time, chirpy Riya was already mad, she threw her dazzling bag and went straight to the canteen to fetch her daily dose of Sugar Free Black Coffee, and yes, she obviously didn’t ask Nikhil to tag along.

Nikhil realized he had committed a big mistake; this is not the way he should behave with his good friend, Riya. Though he didn’t want to engross his mind anywhere else but at the same time he even didn’t want to hurt Riya. He went to the cafeteria where Riya was sitting already facing the window sipping her hot cuppa coffee. Nikhil took a glass of water and sat in front of her, with the same long face.

“SORRRY RI…I’m sorry!” just those words and Riya burst out with laughter, “Baj gai naa! Aage se never behave like that with mighty RIYA!!! Chal bachhha Nik, now quickly tell me Mai kaisi lag rahi hoon? And then tell me your Love story.”

Nikhil was surprised and a thought again crossed his brainy neurons, “Why and how is it that true friends understand the entire situation so quickly without even your saying a single word. And when the friend is of the opposite sex, the understanding is always Bang On…!”

Before he could say, “How do you know?” Riya said, “I know mahn, don’t I know you?..Well, that’s the only reason I have spared you for your misbehavior today. And by the way, even I haven’t heard annnneeeeething interesting from a long time now”...She winked with a cheeky smile.

It took only a few moments for Nikhil to narrate the entire night’s happening to Riya and he ended the scene-by-scene account by just saying, “Riya!!! Dammit….I don’t know what’s happening to me, but I really..truly..madly..deeply have fallen in love with her.”

Listening to the entire account like a sweet small kid, Riya gave her typical big-time consultant look and popped out her suggestion, “Look my dear Nik, why are you so tensed???...DUDE!!! You have her number…right? Call her and ask her, how does she know you?”

Nikhil thought, “Goddamn! Riya is great as a friend but I hate her when she becomes a consultant friend…OH!” Grasping his emotions and controlling the same for that moment, Nikhil could only show a smile.

Whatever Riya would have suggested, Nikhil liked the idea of at least calling Bhargavi to meet her somewhere because at this time, He couldn’t concentrate on work; in fact he was not able to concentrate on anything. Wherever he was seeing, whatever he was doing, wherever he was going, he could see only those beautiful eyelashes and those curled hair...

Since, his thoughts were going nowhere, he picked up his phone and dialed in the number…

Hi Friends,

First of all I would like to thank my friends Richa (aka santasizing) and Priyanka (aka ChirpyParo) for contributing to my blog and continuing or I should say sensationalizing the story titled "The Stunning Beauty...That Sunday Night".

This is turning out to be very interesting for all of us. We are living the lives of Nikhil and Bhargavi and are adding small snippets, again our imaginary creations to build up a beautiful story...

You all can contribute, add, comment and definitely read and be a part of this small creation and effort from our end...we are really loving it!!! And we wish the same is happening for all of you...:)

Also, I am continuing this story in the next blog from where we have left it, all those of you who have missed the action till now, go through the complete blog "The Sunday Night...That stunning Beauty" on the following link... http://akashspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/09/stunning-beautythat-sunday-night.html Read everything, even the comments section coz that's the place where all the action is happening...

Keep following this story through comments, labels and posts and keep driving urself straight from the heart...!!! :)