So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters
Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
and nothing else matters
Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know
So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know
Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us, something new
Open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters
never cared for what they say
never cared for games they play
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
and I know
So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
No, nothing else matters
Saturday, August 11, 2007
nothing else matters--metallica
Monday, August 6, 2007
Death of Akhil and Birth of Tedhu
From first year till last year, i had a one very sweet innocent notoriuos roommate or I should say Bihari roommate which itself explains all the adjectives....and by my luck I always remain in his close proximity,sometimes roommate sometimes next wingmate etc etc.....now since i have mentioned Be-Hurry(bihari) quite a lot so it becomes my responsibility to tell you folks about him a little which is unjustice to him as for him we 105 (minus 2 girls) can write full epic on him.....
Anyways he is from Aurangbad, Sasaram Bihar(sounds like dangerous isnt it) and the first impression you will have on meeting him is that he was born in 1971 but was registered in Date of Birth certificate in !981(just kidding). Actually he was quite mature for me and always like a good big brother though at times I behaved foolishly but he was good at heart... Though he was little bald infact little hairs left...to be very precise...but a nice fellow..He had no interest in dating and wasting time on girls, but who is doing what in our batch...Hats off to his intelligence network..We used to call him BBC(British Be-hurry Chaturvedi) though his real name was USC-Uma Shanker Chaturvedi...and due to the lengthy name and short name plate size, he was christened to US Chaturvedi...And he is the kind of friend who will always stand behind you in every fight provided that you are fighting......
By the way that was Be-Hurry.....who noticed a slight diversion in my cheek line a little left aligned....so he baptised me as tedhu instead of other names...By the way most of my seniors still knows that My chin was little distorted because of an accident with an OX in my childhood...which was crap...But who cares...Sorry seniors that was a funda and you started giving sympathy to me...
SO from here Tedhu become more popular then Akhil......And to be very honest I was the Kind of a BANANA and with blessings of Kaamdeva..I was destined to be very popular...
One very prominent reason for my popularity was my native place which is Jhansi...and that year in the passing out batch Sameer Chougle from Jhansi has won the PGM which was President Gold Medal, topmost honour for something i think studiuos fellows etc etc...
SO now every now and then when seniors comes for healthy interaction which means we get healthy due to rigorous exercises which we are supposed to do while interacting with them....they always ask for who is from Jhansi and then bingo Tedhu is always single ready to mingle....SO they asked me whether I want PGM or not...now despite of my cousin there 2 years senior to me....he didnt prepared me for such querries...so I answered mil jaayga to achaa hai...Yes why not.....then from there fire in the jungle started and it started spreading rapidly and now all seniors in all batch knows that this year Someone from Jhansi wants PGM.....
They started coming and inquiring about me and there was one poor fellow who is also from near Jhansi and now his face became a public figure who wants a PGM and I was saved almost by sheer luck or I dont know....And folks believe me that guy was rogered till one year for because of PGM....Desire.....Sorry SAGAR but your stars were little naughty at that time....
OH yes where were we.....So Mr/Shri Tedhu Maharaj now after one year almost of dedicated efforts,finally got a chatting lead from Calcutta..............
Anyways he is from Aurangbad, Sasaram Bihar(sounds like dangerous isnt it) and the first impression you will have on meeting him is that he was born in 1971 but was registered in Date of Birth certificate in !981(just kidding). Actually he was quite mature for me and always like a good big brother though at times I behaved foolishly but he was good at heart... Though he was little bald infact little hairs left...to be very precise...but a nice fellow..He had no interest in dating and wasting time on girls, but who is doing what in our batch...Hats off to his intelligence network..We used to call him BBC(British Be-hurry Chaturvedi) though his real name was USC-Uma Shanker Chaturvedi...and due to the lengthy name and short name plate size, he was christened to US Chaturvedi...And he is the kind of friend who will always stand behind you in every fight provided that you are fighting......
By the way that was Be-Hurry.....who noticed a slight diversion in my cheek line a little left aligned....so he baptised me as tedhu instead of other names...By the way most of my seniors still knows that My chin was little distorted because of an accident with an OX in my childhood...which was crap...But who cares...Sorry seniors that was a funda and you started giving sympathy to me...
SO from here Tedhu become more popular then Akhil......And to be very honest I was the Kind of a BANANA and with blessings of Kaamdeva..I was destined to be very popular...
One very prominent reason for my popularity was my native place which is Jhansi...and that year in the passing out batch Sameer Chougle from Jhansi has won the PGM which was President Gold Medal, topmost honour for something i think studiuos fellows etc etc...
SO now every now and then when seniors comes for healthy interaction which means we get healthy due to rigorous exercises which we are supposed to do while interacting with them....they always ask for who is from Jhansi and then bingo Tedhu is always single ready to mingle....SO they asked me whether I want PGM or not...now despite of my cousin there 2 years senior to me....he didnt prepared me for such querries...so I answered mil jaayga to achaa hai...Yes why not.....then from there fire in the jungle started and it started spreading rapidly and now all seniors in all batch knows that this year Someone from Jhansi wants PGM.....
They started coming and inquiring about me and there was one poor fellow who is also from near Jhansi and now his face became a public figure who wants a PGM and I was saved almost by sheer luck or I dont know....And folks believe me that guy was rogered till one year for because of PGM....Desire.....Sorry SAGAR but your stars were little naughty at that time....
OH yes where were we.....So Mr/Shri Tedhu Maharaj now after one year almost of dedicated efforts,finally got a chatting lead from Calcutta..............
Thursday, August 2, 2007
I am BACK to watch your BACK
Haan to beautiful ladies and girls.....Mua Me Back....to watch your back. and by the way, hello bhai logo you too lets explore my history or miss-tory who knows...
Well that was just a quicky of our daily routine. But may be thats more than enough to give a vivid idea of what we were going through at that phase. So in the midst of that doldrums its only sweet memories about the new leads, new girl friends and its naughty possibilities that is sufficient to keep us going during the horrible or may be beautiful weekdays at that time. No matter how much we are tired or what we have gone through. I distinctly remembered one of our wingmate when returned from the senior hostel, he was fuming with anger and was putting all the family members of seniors in one line(abusing in polite english) but when we asked him,Are Maurya we had heard that you had got a new girlfriend in last city leave. He immediately forgot all what had happened and replied that she is just a friend, then he started telling what had happened and we know that all these are white lies but who cares if they are truth also. Like we all shared the pain of being punished together similarly we all share the blues and positive energy of talking about one's girlfriend with only just a little ray of hope in heart that may be someday we also will have something truthful to talk until then lets talk white lies and rubbish. Who cares its truth or not but its good for overlooking all the pains and pulling one's legs with the other. We really enjoyed that golden period of our life, and we all batcmate seriuosly wish if we would be allowed to live that past again...but it never happens as they “Life is like sand,who cares where is the end”.
One moment of life is going to fade so guys paint it as much as you can, otherwise you will also end up like me wishing for the past to come again and cursing the present and uncertain about the future.....
Anyways I also now have the medicine to escape the agony of seniors torture i.e. just think about the naughty possibilities of the weekend cyber lead. But in my case it was really different, like my life I was seriuosly facing a problem of choice. Whether to consider it as a serious lead or to move over another. But who cares something is better than nothing..At least I can share all my nonsense with her. So the weekdays ends and beautiful weekend comes and we like asteriods landed up at the cyber cafe waiting for someone special to come. At the same time we have never closed the option of other opportunities (if exists). Hence after four hours of swift time pasisng on the internet finally she landed up little late from the scheduled time. Then I started psuedo-fighting with her and asking for the compensation of my wait. And poor girl didn't understood that we were given leave for killing the time and she said sorry etc... I still dont know why I am wasting my tips,tricks and tools of cyber dating over an impossible thing..she is from pakistan guys.. May be its because of absence of any other opportunity I was focussing on that girl or may be something else, I dont know and I dont want to know.
There are times in life when you want to just let it go with the flow without caring over the result etc. and so not thinking about the impossibility of the situation, I was also focusing myself to her or I think may be because this Mr. Stupid started falling in the trap of Mr. Cupid.
Then we chatted, fought for 3 odd hours. and then sunday morning we started and ISMA also came at around 10 in the morning, because in the evening I had an appointment with important bollywood and hollywood personalities( had to go to movie) and to check out the babes in Esplanade and Park Street and wishing everytime may be this time we could get lucky and some girl will come to us and asking for our friendship.......
but this never happened, girls never found single and if single they dont have the guts to come to us and we dont have the courtesy to go and ask about her. After all, our backdoor become gateway of india when it comes to proposing to girls face to face. Well I was also passing through the similar stages ....though I had proposed a friend infact best friend in my school (Tabu -we used to call her by the name) and ofcourse I had experience but that was a different ball-game and over here how can you just go and propose a girl in the first meeting...No ways against all laws of logic and reasoning....right....what do you say.......
Well that was just a quicky of our daily routine. But may be thats more than enough to give a vivid idea of what we were going through at that phase. So in the midst of that doldrums its only sweet memories about the new leads, new girl friends and its naughty possibilities that is sufficient to keep us going during the horrible or may be beautiful weekdays at that time. No matter how much we are tired or what we have gone through. I distinctly remembered one of our wingmate when returned from the senior hostel, he was fuming with anger and was putting all the family members of seniors in one line(abusing in polite english) but when we asked him,Are Maurya we had heard that you had got a new girlfriend in last city leave. He immediately forgot all what had happened and replied that she is just a friend, then he started telling what had happened and we know that all these are white lies but who cares if they are truth also. Like we all shared the pain of being punished together similarly we all share the blues and positive energy of talking about one's girlfriend with only just a little ray of hope in heart that may be someday we also will have something truthful to talk until then lets talk white lies and rubbish. Who cares its truth or not but its good for overlooking all the pains and pulling one's legs with the other. We really enjoyed that golden period of our life, and we all batcmate seriuosly wish if we would be allowed to live that past again...but it never happens as they “Life is like sand,who cares where is the end”.
One moment of life is going to fade so guys paint it as much as you can, otherwise you will also end up like me wishing for the past to come again and cursing the present and uncertain about the future.....
Anyways I also now have the medicine to escape the agony of seniors torture i.e. just think about the naughty possibilities of the weekend cyber lead. But in my case it was really different, like my life I was seriuosly facing a problem of choice. Whether to consider it as a serious lead or to move over another. But who cares something is better than nothing..At least I can share all my nonsense with her. So the weekdays ends and beautiful weekend comes and we like asteriods landed up at the cyber cafe waiting for someone special to come. At the same time we have never closed the option of other opportunities (if exists). Hence after four hours of swift time pasisng on the internet finally she landed up little late from the scheduled time. Then I started psuedo-fighting with her and asking for the compensation of my wait. And poor girl didn't understood that we were given leave for killing the time and she said sorry etc... I still dont know why I am wasting my tips,tricks and tools of cyber dating over an impossible thing..she is from pakistan guys.. May be its because of absence of any other opportunity I was focussing on that girl or may be something else, I dont know and I dont want to know.
There are times in life when you want to just let it go with the flow without caring over the result etc. and so not thinking about the impossibility of the situation, I was also focusing myself to her or I think may be because this Mr. Stupid started falling in the trap of Mr. Cupid.
Then we chatted, fought for 3 odd hours. and then sunday morning we started and ISMA also came at around 10 in the morning, because in the evening I had an appointment with important bollywood and hollywood personalities( had to go to movie) and to check out the babes in Esplanade and Park Street and wishing everytime may be this time we could get lucky and some girl will come to us and asking for our friendship.......
but this never happened, girls never found single and if single they dont have the guts to come to us and we dont have the courtesy to go and ask about her. After all, our backdoor become gateway of india when it comes to proposing to girls face to face. Well I was also passing through the similar stages ....though I had proposed a friend infact best friend in my school (Tabu -we used to call her by the name) and ofcourse I had experience but that was a different ball-game and over here how can you just go and propose a girl in the first meeting...No ways against all laws of logic and reasoning....right....what do you say.......
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