tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9954725285608533132024-02-21T00:28:51.334+05:30Mr WeirdoI m not my Memories, I m my DreamsMohit Udhwanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911467140103409076noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995472528560853313.post-56225616833051972252017-01-28T22:25:00.003+05:302018-09-24T22:36:06.445+05:30Judgement Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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V of the story. There are in all 5 parts of the story; each of them is about
Saturday meetups with friends. All 5 parts are connected. Here is link to
earlier parts: <a href="https://campudhwani.blogspot.in/2016/10/hero-or-villain.html">Part I</a>, <a href="https://campudhwani.blogspot.in/2016/10/wrong-number.html">Part II</a>, <a href="https://campudhwani.blogspot.in/2016/10/temple-run.html">Part III</a> and <a href="https://campudhwani.blogspot.in/2017/01/check-mate.html">Part IV</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">29<sup>th</sup>
July, 2016(Friday before last Saturday of the month)<br />
Chetna missed the college all this week. She kept her phone switched off. She
was disturbed and sad. Suddenly something clicked into her mind and she dialed
a number.<br />
Automated message started on other side of phone : <i>“Hello friends, main hoon apka dost aur host RJ Mickey. Aap humse
relationship advice le sakte hai jiska jawab apko Saturday morning subah 6 aur
7 ke bech diya jayega. Rules yaad rakhiye 1) gaaliya dena not allowed 2) aap
kisika naam nai use kar sakkte, aap sirf intial alphabet use kar sakte hai.
Yaad rakhiye yeh call live radio pe sab log sunn rahe hai. Apna msg record
kijiye is beep ke baad” </i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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everything; how she met Tanya in market, titwala temple visit, Viva with Aditya
and everything happened with fish pond game. Also, she told everything that
happened in last few weeks. We realised someone has told her everything. On
radio call, She used initial letters instead of names like A(Aditya), M(Mohit),
T(Tanya) and so on.<br />
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Biggest co-incidence was that everyone of us were listening to radio at that
time.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">Few minutes
later, again there was another call, this time it was from Tanya. <br />
<i>“Hello main T(Tanya) baat kar rahi hu. Wahi T(Tanya)
jiske bare mein kuch der pehle ek C(Chetna) naam ke caller ne baat ki thi. Kuch
baatien hai jo C(Chetna) ko b nai pata. M(Mohit) ne woh ‘I Love You from M’
wali chit nai dali thi, woh maine dali thi. Usse toh main har baat mein aage
kar rahi thi”</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">Just when I thought
there is enough drama in this day, there was another call. <br />
<i> “Main
A(Aditya) bol raha hu. Dear C, I am sorry maine tujhe hurt kiya. But jo mere
saath hua woh bhi acha nai hua, M(Mohit) and T(Tanya) tum dono ne mere saath bhi
galat kiya. Undono ko kal main expose kar duga sab friends ke saamne, backstabbers”<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">30<sup>th</sup>
July, 2016(Last Saturday of the month)<br />
Morning 6 am<br />
Everyone was near radio, wondering whom will Mickey favour and what will happen
today. <br />
Show started with an introduction song followed by Mickey who talk in usual Amitabh
Bachchan’s voice(mimicry)</span></div>
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“<i>Hello morning friends, main hu apka host
and dost RRRRRRJJJJJJJJ Mickeyyyyy. Kal na kuch alag hua, teen logo ne ek hi
problem ki baat ki. Toh aaj start karte hai, uss ek problem se. Calls ki recording chalai jaye</i>”</span></div>
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All three calls from Chetna, Tanya and Aditya were played.<br />
“<i>Sabse pehle mujhe yeh samaj nai aata ki
jab A(Aditya) and M(Mohit) ne kabhi C(Chetna se baat nai ki toh undono ko usse
pyar kaise hua. Mujhe na ek kahani yaad aati hai, woh kahani kuch iss prakar
hai.</i> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">Ek ladki ke ghar kuch electricity ka
problem ho jata hai. Woh electrician ki jagah ek galat number laga deti hai. Dusre side ek ladka baat karta hai jo usse batata hai ki number galat lagaya hai. But woh ladka usko fir bhi problem ko solve karne mein help karta hai, kyunki uss
ladke ko electricity ka gyaan tha. Aise hi dono ki dosti ho jati hai aur dono
ek dusre se roz baat karte hai. Woh dono ek dusre ko bahut achese se jaan gaye
the bus dekha nai tha. Fir ek din ladka aur ladki ek garden mein milne ka plan
banate hai. Ladka jaise usse dekhta hai, woh usse propose kar deta hai aur
ladki b haan kehti hai. Aur log isse love at first sight ka naam de deti hai. Kyunki
log yeh jaante hi nai the yeh toh phone ke zariye ek dusre ko pehle se hi jaan
chuke hai.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">Aisa hi kuch hota hai hamare saath. ‘Attraction
at first sight’ ko ‘Love at first sight’ ka naam de dete hai. Movies mein villain
ka role karne wala kitna bhi handsome ho, aakhir mein toh aap chahte hai
heroine usse nai, hero ko mile. But real life mein jyadatar toh sirf face,
color ya body dekhke pyar karne ka sochte hai. Kaisa lagega agar koi apni
girlfriend ke liye kahe, ‘she is my body mate’ instead of ‘she is my soul mate’.
Acha nai lagega na. Agar aap kisko uske paise ke liye pyar karte ho toh iska
matlab to yeh hua ki aap khud ko sell kar rahe ho. Agar aap sochte hai kiske saath mera future easily secure ho jayega, means khud se future secure nai ho raha toh kisi aur ka sahara le rahe hai. Log
kaise face, color, body ya paisa dekh ke kisko pasand karte hai. Kya kabhi aap
aisa sochte ho meri mom ashwariya se kum beautiful hai, I m so unlucky or mere
dad ke pass ambani se kum paisa hai, I am so unlucky. Nahi sochte na. But fir
pyar dundte waqt kyun sochte ho. I don’t say ki beauty with brain nai hote or
handsome and smart nai hote but first thing to love should be soul. Find a soul
to love.<br />
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<i>Ab aate hai dusri kahani pe. Iss kahani
mein 2 hero hai, 2 heroine aur 1 villian. Villian dono heroine ko kidnap karke
, dono ko alag alag deewaro mein chunwa deta hai. Dono hero villain ko marte
hai aur heroine ko nikalne ki koshish karte hai. Ek zor se deewar pe hathoda
marta hai aur dusra dheere dheere deewar thodne ki koshish karta hai. Jab pehle
wale ki deewar tuth jati toh uski heroine b thodi injured hoti hai kyunki
hathode ke war se deewar ka kuch hissa uspe bhi gira tha. Dusre hero ko time zyada lagta
hai but uski heroine sahi-salamat nikalti hai. Aisa hi hai real life mein. Kuch
log apne aas pass ek deewar bana dete hai. Darr ki deewar, past ki deewar,
morals ki deewar. Jab aapko koi pasand aaye toh uski deewar pe hathoda chala ke
thodne ki koshish mat karo. Dheere dhere unko samjo, unhe apko test karne do, fir
aage socho. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">Ab karte hai dosti ki baat. Sabse
comman sentences kya hai dosti ke. “Usne mujhe call nai kiya , main bhi nai karuga.”
“Woh mera best friend hai fir bhi mere upar hasa, main b aisa karuga.” “Usne
mere msg ka reply nai diya , main b nai duga.” “Tune mujhe mara, ab main bhi
tujhe maruga.” “Pehle call usse karna chahiye”. TIT FOR TAT. Dosti ko humne trading
business bana diya hai. Aur kisi ko maaf karna ya apni galti ko manna toh apni
izzat ke khilaf hai. Dost ne kya kiya woh dekhai deta hai but kyun kiya woh nai
dikhai deta hai. Intention bhi dekho. Yeh toh aisa hogaya jaise humne kisika
gift accept nai kiya because uspe upar ka gift wrapper pasand nai aaya. Soch lo ek
baar.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">Ab aate hai Ms C(Chetna) ke bare mein.
Kya uski koi galti thi. Zyadatar toh nai but zara si toh thi. Apko waha se
chale jana nai chahiye tha. Sabke saamne keh “Na” keh dena tha. Undono ne attraction
ko love samja yeh galat tha but Zaroori nai unhone aapko propose kiya toh bure ho
gaye. Humhe sikke ka dusra pehlu bhi samajna chahiye. Aur agar T(Tanya) ki baat mane toh M(Mohit) ne aapko propose hi nai
kiya tha. Aap ruk ke baat kar leti toh sab clear ho jata. Haan agar woh dono fir bhi
nai samajte toh usne baat band karna hi sahi hota. Aur aapki asli galti yeh hui
ki aapne apne aap ko sab se alag kar diya. Sab se baat karna band kar diya. Khud ko
saaza dena, yeh kafi galat tha.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">Ummed hai aapko inn sab baato se aapke
jawab mil gaye honge. Aaj aap sab zaroor milna. Aur jab milo toh apni dosti ki
nayi shurwat ke liye ek dusre ko chocolate dena. So agar aaj aapko koi
chocolate de toh samaj jao ki usse aapke saath, dosti ki nayi shurwat karni hai.
Jaate ek aakhri kahani hamare boys ke liye. Kuch dene pehle kuch bacho ke beech
ek cricket match hua , first prize tha ek season ball aur second prize tha ek
tennis ball. Match jeetne par jeetne wali team ke captain kaha ki usse season
ball nai , tennis ball chahiye. Wajah puchne usne kaha ki woh chota hai toh woh
season ball se khel nai payega toh usse sirf wohi chahiye jo uski zarurat puri
kare. Baccho ki life kitni uncomplicated hoti hai. Hum boys kisi ladki ki taraf
attract hote hai toh seedha sochte hai woh toh sabse pehle mujhe baat karegi
and sab jealous honge. Samajne ki koshish karo woh ladki hai koi trophy nai.
Friendship karo, khushiya batne ke liye, kisiko jealous karne ke liye nai. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">Ab lete hai break aur break ke baad
baat karege kuch aur topic pe</span></i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">As soon as
advertisement started, I got call<br />
Me: <i>Hello</i><br />
Tanya: <i>Tu kidar hai<br />
</i>Me: <i>Arey hello ka jawab b nai diya.
Landline pe phone kiya hai toh obvious hai, ghar pe hu</i><br />
Tanya: <i>ok</i><br />
Me: <i>Kyun</i><br />
Tanya: <i>Arey woh actually jab Mickey ne
cricket wala example diya toh mujhe laga tu ya fir Naveen hi RJ Mickey ho. Toh
maine Naveen ko call kiya toh b ghar par hi tha.</i> <br />
Me: <i>Ho sakta hai, yeh baat aur bhi bahut
logo ko malum ho.</i><br />
Tanya: <i>Hmm. Sunn. I am sorry, meri wajah
tu iss sab mein phasa</i><br />
Me: <i>Arey sorry mat bol. Infact you tried
to do something good for me.</i> <br />
Tanya: <i>But still tere liye chocolate le aaugi
aaj sham ko</i><br />
Me: <i>Americano shop pata hai ?<br />
</i>Tanya: <i>Haan pata hai, Kyun?</i><br />
Me: <i>Waha se lana mere liye chocolate.
Waha sabse mehengi milti hai<br />
</i>Tanya: <i>Shut up Mohit, I know tu
chocolate nai khata. But I hope aaj Chetna aaye aur sab ko maaf karde<br />
</i>Me: <i>Don’t worry, sab acha hoga</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">30<sup>th</sup>
July, 2016 (Evening)<br />
All of us gathered at our reunion point. As it was last Saturday of the month.
There were too many friends. Suddenly, someone kept hand on my shoulder. I
turned back, it was Aditya. We said sorry to each other and hugged. Soon Chetna
came. We (Me, Aditya and Tanya) said sorry to her. She smiled back and gave us
all chocolate. We can feel new beginning and end of all fights.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">Naveen came
from behind and took me to his girlfriend.<br />
Me: <i>Abey tune usse radio ki puri baat
bata di. Yeh problem hamara tha etc</i><br />
Naveen: <i>Arey nai, tu tension mat le. Kuch
zyada nai bataya. Woh waise bhi ja rahi hai, sirf tujhe dekhna chahti hai</i>.<br />
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Naveen(to his girlfriend): <i>Meet Mohit, he
is RJ Mickey</i><br />
Naveen’s girlfriend: <i>OMG!!! you are
amazing person. I love your show</i>.<br />
Me: <i>Thanks. But don’t tell anyone, I have
to hide my real identity from public.</i><br />
Naveen’s girlfriend: <i>No worries. It will
be secret. Chalo bye guys.</i><br />
She left.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">Naveen: <i>Tanya ko tujh pe doubt nai hua, mujhe toh
usne morning mein call bhi kiya.</i><br />
Me: <i>Mujhe b kiya who bhi landline pe.Maine
usse baat ki.<br />
</i>Naveen: <i>But tu toh radio pe tha na ?<br />
</i>Me: <i>Haan, but hum ek din pehle raat
ko 11 baje sab record kar dete hai.</i><br />
Naveen: <i>Tu ek bata tune khudko kuch favour
kyun nai kiya ?</i><br />
Me: <i>Woh mere profession ke liye galat
hota. Mujhe partiality nai karni thi, Khud se toh bilkul nai karni thi. Aur maine woh Pankaj ki
tennis ball wali baat se soch liya ki mujhe season ball ke piche nai bhagna
chahiye. Yeh decided tha main usse propose nai karuga. Isiliye fish pond mein
bhi “I love you nai likha”. Ab chale? sab wait kar rahe honge.</i><br />
Naveen: <i>Ek aakhiri sawal, tune uss chit
mein fir kya likha tha?</i> <br />
Me: <i>You are precious, don’t let anyone
have you as part of his life, easily.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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This is Part IV of the story. There are in all 5 parts of
the story; each of them is about Saturday meetups with friends. All 5 parts are
connected. Here is link to earlier parts: <a href="https://campudhwani.blogspot.in/2016/10/hero-or-villain.html">Part I</a> , <a href="https://campudhwani.blogspot.in/2016/10/wrong-number.html">Part II</a> and <a href="https://campudhwani.blogspot.in/2016/10/temple-run.html">Part III</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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23<sup>rd</sup> July, 2016(Saturday)<b><u>[FOURTH SET YOUR DAY]</u></b></div>
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I went to Tanya’s place. His 10 year old brother(Pankaj) greeted me.<br />
Me: <i>Panku, kidar ja raha hai ?<br />
</i>Pankaj:<i> Cricket khelne, aaj hamara
final hai. Agar jeeta toh ek season ball milega aur hara toh do tennis ball
milega<br />
</i>Me:<i> All the best, Tanya kaha hai ?<br />
</i>Pankaj<i>: Upar Naveen ke saath baithi
hai<br />
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I went upstairs<br />
Me: <i>Hi Naveen</i><br />
Tanya: <i>Shut up Mohit. Pata nai tum logo
ko yeh formality ka hi-bye karne mein kya maza aata hai<br />
</i>Naveen: <i>Relax, abhi isse kuch pata
nai hai</i><br />
Me: <i>ek min, mujhe kya pata nai hai</i> ?<br />
Tanya: <i>Tujhe pata hai aaj Adi ne kyun
bulaya hai</i><br />
Me: <i>Woh keh raha tha ki aise hi milna hai.
I think ab fir koi ladki pasand aayi hogi usse</i><br />
Tanya: <i>Nahi, woh aaj hi Chetna ko propose
karne wala hai</i><br />
Me(Shocked): <i>Kya ? kisne kaaha ? and usko
tune waise bhi yeh kaha tha na ki Chetna ki shadi ho chuki hai</i><br />
Tanya: <i>Usko sab malum pad gaya. Yeh ki
maine jooth kaha. Yeh bhi ki hum last week usse mile the. Everything. Last
week, ek viva mein dono saath the and un dino mein hi, Chetna ne usse bataya ki
hum mile the. Aaj Chetna bhi aane wali and Adi usse propose karne wala hai. Adi
ne Naveen ko sab bata diya hai and usse bhi bulaya hai support ke liye<br />
</i>Mohit: <i>But Adi ne mujhe Chetna ke
bare mein kuch nai bataya. Iska matlab usne kuch bada plan kiya hai. Ab kya
hoga ? Mujhe tension ho raha hai <br />
</i>Naveen: <i>Ab kuch nai. Tu darr kyun
raha hai uss selfish aadmi se. Maine toh usse muh pe keh diya ki main nai aauga
aaj<br />
</i>Tanya: <i>I think tu usse propose kar
de, aaj hi kar de, Adi se pehle</i><br />
Me: <i>Pagal hai kya, majak chal raha hai.
Propose karna koi majak hai kya. Mujhe kuch samaj nai aa raha kya karu</i><br />
Tanya: <i>Ek kaam karte hai. Agar Pankaj
match jeet ke aaya aur Season ball mila toh tu usse propose karega.<br />
</i>I didn’t agreed nor I refused<o:p></o:p></div>
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<u>6 30 pm</u><br />
We(Me, Tanya and Naveen) were on terrace silent and all thinking about what
will happen today. I saw Pankaj coming with tennis balls. <br />
Me: <i>Dekh woh match haar gaya, Its decided
now. I will not propose. Mujhe waise hi yeh sab propose wropose nai samajta</i>.<br />
Tanya was looking at me with anger. Soon Pankaj also came up on terrace.<br />
Tanya: <i>Tu haar kaise gaya, subah toh
bahot confident tha</i><br />
Pankaj: <i>Didi, maine hara nai hu, jeet ke aaya hu<br />
</i>Tanya: <i>Toh yeh tennis balls kyun ?
jeetne wale ko season ball milna tha na ?</i><br />
Pankaj: <i>Didi, season ball ka kya karuga,
woh itna heavy hota hai, hamare pads helmet bhi nai hai. Mujhe toh sirf tennis
balls hi chahiye the. Season ball kitna bhi mehenga ho, mujhe zarurat toh
tennis ball ki hi hai na.<br />
</i>Tanya(looking at me): <i>Ab ?</i><br />
Me(Ignoring eye contact): <i>Ab kuch nai.
Tune kaha tha match jeetega “aur” season balls layega toh woh sab……………
(pause)…… Chal 6 40 hue hai. 7 baje waha pahuchna bhi hai.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<u>At 7 10 pm<br />
</u>We were late. As soon as we enter I saw Chetna sitting right next to
Aditya. I wanted to go back home but I cannot go back now. Chetna gave us smile
and greeted us.<br />
Chetna: <i>Haan, Prem tum kuch keh rahe the.
Kaho na<br />
</i>Prem: <i>Arey haan, toh batao “Work is
worship” yeh quote sabse zyada kiske upar suit hota hai</i><br />
*All silent*<br />
Prem: <i>Mandir ke Pandit par sabse zyada
suit hota hai…. Hai na</i><br />
Chetna and Prem were laughing in full energy. Everyone else was silent. Aditya
was continuously giving me one evil look.<br />
Aditya: <i>Chalo ab yeh jokes chodo lets
play Fish-Pond now. Ab toh Mohit aur Tanya bhi aa gaye.</i><br />
Prem: <i>Kuch khate hai na pehle ?</i><br />
Aditya(looking towards me): <i>Nai, baad
mein. Fish-Pond ke baad shayad kisi ko bhook na lage</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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<u>About Fish-Pond</u><br />
Fish-Pond is a game in which a Jar represents Pond and Chits/Messages represent
Fish. Everyone writes message about someone without writing their own name and
put them in the jar. Names are never revealed, not even after finishing the
game. Messages are then read one by one. However, option is given to avoid
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<u>Game started</u><br />
Aditya: <i>Pehle hum sab Prem ke liye messages likhte hai.</i><br />
Everyone wrote something. I was not in mood. So I just wrote “You are good at
heart”. He started reading them one by one. There were no special messages for
him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Tanya: <i>Ab Chetna ke liye</i><br />
Aditya: <i>Nai woh nai. Usko last mein . Ab Mohit ke liye</i><br />
Kiran and Prem were not writing anything. Tanya completed writing first
followed by Chetna. Aditya was writing something big. They gave jar to me. I
opened chits one by one and started reading out.<br />
I: <i>Blank</i> – (In mind: This must be
from Kiran/Prem)<br />
II: <i>“Be confident, I am with you”</i> –
(In mind:This must be Tanya)<br />
III: I <b>didn’t read</b> this one to
everyone. <i>“Yeh Saturday aur next
Saturday, dono tere liye yaadgar rahege. Iss Saturday ko main relationship mein
aauga and next Saturday ko teri pol kholuga, sabko batauga tu dosto ko cheat
karta hai”</i> – I understood its Aditya and passed the chit to Tanya to read.<br />
IV: <i>Blank</i> again – (In mind: This must
be from Kiran/Prem)<br />
V: <i>Happy to be you friend.</i> I
understood its from Chetna. I smiled at her and read it loud.<o:p></o:p></div>
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This gave Aditya some tension<br />
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Aditya: <i>I think ab Chetna ke liye hi likhte hai</i><br />
Everyone agreed. <br />
Chetna: <i>Mujhse ek ek kar ke padhne ko nai
hota. Main sab ek saath padugi<br />
</i>Chetna opened first chit, read it in her mind. Her smile vanished. She
opened second and third. Now she was looking angry<br />
Chetna: <i>Yeh kya bakwaas hai !! maine teen
chits kholi hai. Ek mein “I love you” without name. Second mein “I love you
from Mohit” and Third mein “I love you from Adi”. Yeh sab baato ki wajah se
main uss time pe kisi se baat nai karti thi. I am going. Mujhe yeh sab nai
pasand.<br />
</i>She threw the jar with remaining chits in it and started walking. Aditya
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I was still sitting in shock and confuse. Prem,
Kiran and Tanya were also sitting, looking at each other.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Tanya: <i>Mujhe laga tu
propose nai karega. Isi liye maine tere naam se I love you likha.<br />
</i>Me: <i>Kya Zarurat thi. And maine koi propose
nai kiya<br />
</i>Tanya: <i>kya ? Ek maine likha tere naam
se aur Adi ne likha toh teesra kisne likha</i> ?<br />
Prem(with fear): <i>Maine</i> <br />
Tanya: <i>Bewakoof hai kya tu ? Tu beech
mein kaha se aaya . Tu toh Adi ke support mein hai na.<br />
</i>Prem: <i>Woh bahut achi lag rahi thi.</i>
<i>Woh mere jokes pe hass bhi rahi thi and usne
mujhe Fish-Pond mein likha bhi “You are good at heart”<br />
</i>Tanya: <i>Arey pagal. Tujhe toh har
ladki achi lagti hai aur</i><br />
Me(stopping Tanya): <i>Woh “You are good at
heart” maine likha tha<br />
</i>Prem: <i>Oh Shit</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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That night, Chetna left without talking to anyone. Aditya
tried to apologise but Chetna was not ready to listen and left the place. Rest
of us also left soon.<br />
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29<sup>th</sup> July, 2016</u>(Friday before last Saturday of the month)</div>
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Chetna missed the college all that week. Also, she kept her phone switched off. She
was disturbed and sad. Suddenly, something clicked into her mind and she dialed
a number.<br />
Automated message started on other side of phone : <i>“Hello friends, main hoon apka dost aur host RJ Mickey. Aap humse
relationship advice le sakte hai jiska jawab apko Saturday morning subah 6 aur
7 ke bech diya jayega. Rules yaad rakhiye 1) gaaliya dena not allowed 2) aap kisika
naam nai use kar sakkte, aap sirf intial alphabet use kar sakte hai. Yaad
rakhiye yeh call live radio pe sab log sunn rahe hai. Apna msg record kijiye is
beep ke baad” </i><o:p></o:p></div>
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Beeeeeeeeeeeeeepppppppppppppppp<br />
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Biggest co-incidence was that everyone of us were listening to radio that time.<o:p></o:p></div>
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***End of Part IV***<o:p></o:p></div>
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Part V : <a href="https://campudhwani.blogspot.in/2017/01/judgement-day.html">Judgement Day</a> <o:p></o:p></div>
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Please read the note in the comment section<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mohit Udhwanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911467140103409076noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995472528560853313.post-24952335221043519862016-12-27T15:07:00.000+05:302017-03-21T17:01:07.005+05:30When She Said NO<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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When you propose someone, it tough to handle <i>“no”</i>and its more awkward to face that
person again. May be that’s why people choose days like college farewell to
propose. People also choose farewell day because that day is already a special
day and a <i>“yes”</i> makes it memorable. Let’s
move to our story.<br />
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<b><u>Two days before farewell</u></b><br />
Neha entered library.<br />
Priya : <i>Hi Neha. Teri aakhein puri lal
lagi padi hai, lagta hai tu Yash ke liye itni excited hai ki tu soyi nai</i><br />
Neha: <i>Nai yaar, aisa kuch nai hai</i><br />
Priya<i>: Come on, sabko pata hai, tum dono
pura din ek dusre se baatien karte rehte ho and Yash tujhe officially propose
karne wala hai on farewell day</i><br />
Neha: <i>Yeh official propose kya hota hai ?
kuch bhi. Actually, yeh Tarun ka kamal hai. Uss din, maine uss se kaha ki
mujhse ko koi first chapter ke points ke raat ko 3 baje bhi puchega toh main
bata dugi, itna achese yaad hai mujhe. And guess what, he actually called me at 3 am aur
bola first chapter ki points bata. Uske baad fir neend nai aayi<br />
</i>Priya:<i> LOL, waise yeh Tarun ko tere aur
Yash ke relationship se problem nai hai ? After all both of you are long time
close friends.<br />
</i>Neha: <i>Usse problem toh nai hai, but he personally doesn’t like Yash because
of his past relations. But hota hai yeh sab. He(Tarun) cares for me. But I know
Yash better and I know Yash acha insaan hai.<br />
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<b><u>Farewell Day</u></b><br />
I don’t understand why people choose farewell spot so far from college. I have
to attend my cousin’s wedding in Thane and this farewell party is in
Vashi. So I have to unfortunately leave
the party in the half way. I was more disappointed that I will miss the
Yash-Neha thing. And just then, Neha was called on stage by the host. We all
know it must be Yash who must have asked for this announcement. Neha was on
stage. We all were wrong, it was Tarun who called for this announcement. Tarun
came up on stage, went on his knees and proposed Neha. Neha with anger in her eyes,
left the stage without saying anything. All excitement went off air and so I
left for station. When I reached the station, Tarun was already there. He
smiled at me. He was with me throughout the journey. We started talking about
casual topics (topics except about what happened at the party). Although, Tarun
and me were in same class, it was first time, we were talking so well. It was
beginning of our friendship.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><u>Exam Days</u></b><br />
During exams days, I came to know that
Yash didn’t proposed Neha on that day. She was not anymore in contact with most
of the college friends, not even with Yash and Tarun. She was only in contact
with 2-3 female friends.<br />
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<b><u>3 years after farewell (Saturday)</u></b><br />
Today, Tarun has become one for my close friends. Every Saturday night, we meet
out at some ice-cream parlour.<br />
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Shopkeeper: <i>Namaste sir, would you like
to try our new special gulkand flavour falooda<br />
</i>Me(looking at Tarun): <i>Chal try karte
hai</i><br />
Tarun(to shopkeeper): <i>Kitne ka hai ?</i><br />
Shopkeeper: <i>Rs 120 per cup</i><br />
Tarun: <i>Nai wahi regular falooda do, woh
hamara favourite hai</i><br />
Me: <i>Arey, kabhi kabhi chalta hai<br />
</i>Tarun: <i>Tu shant reh. Kisi achi
occasion pe khayege</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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We picked up our tray and were walking towards table. A guy
came near me. <br />
Vikas: <i>Hi, aap Sanjay ke cousin ho na</i><br />
Me:Y<i>a, Vikas na</i><br />
Vikas: <i>Haan…….So sab kaisa chal raha hai</i><br />
Me: <i>Mast aap batao</i><br />
Vikas:<i> Haan, sab acha chal raha hai. Picnic
pe chaloge na hamare saath</i><br />
Me: <i>Haan mostly</i><br />
Vikas: <i>Toh whatsapp pe group mein add kar
lu</i><br />
We exchanged number and he left.<o:p></o:p><br />
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Tarun was silent and was in deep thinking<br />
Me: <i>Tere ghar ka kya hua, koi ghar rent
pe mila<br />
</i>Tarun: <i>woh chhod. Yeh bata tu isse kaise
janta hai ?<br />
</i>Me: <i>Yeh Vikas hai, mere cousin ke
saath office mein kaam karta hai</i><br />
Tarun: <i>Ek kaam karega, but ek request
hai, abi iske related kuch sawal mat puchna</i><br />
Me(confused): <i>haan bol</i><br />
Tarun: <i>Yeh jo Vikas hai na, mujhe uska
nature bata kaisa hai, uske mom dad kaise hai ? kal tak kar payega ?<br />
</i>Me: <i>kyun ?<br />
</i>Tarun: <i>Yaar kaha na sawal mat puch
aur kar payega toh bata ?</i><br />
Me: <i>ok, done. I will try my best</i><br />
There was sudden change in his behaviour that day. <o:p></o:p><br />
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I went back home called my cousin and collected all required
information about Vikas and his family. Everything was positive about Vikas. That
night, I was confused about what exactly is going through Tarun’s mind. I decided
to have some chat with Vikas and try to find link between Vikas and Tarun. But
the moment checked his profile pic on whatsapp, I was in shock. Vikas was Neha's Husband. I interpreted things my
way and was disappointed with Tarun.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><u>Next day (Sunday)</u></b><br />
We met. I told him everything about Vikas and his parents just to fulfil my
commitment.<br />
Me: <i>Ab kuch kahu aur kuch puchu</i> <br />
Tarun: <i>Baad mein, Pehle kuch le lete hai</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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We went to the counter.<br />
Shopkeeper: <i>Namaste Sir, aaj bhi wohi
aapka favourite regular falooda ?<br />
</i>Tarun: <i>Haan</i> (after 2 sec pause) <i>Wait, woh kal ek naya flavour bataya na, woh
dijiye</i><br />
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We got back our tables.<br />
Tarun: <i>Ab bol</i><br />
Me: <i>Yaar, Neha is married now. Ab uska
picha chod de. Kyun tu ab bhi uske piche padha hai, let her be happy in her
life</i><br />
Tarun: <i>Tu galat samaj raha hai, bhai. Maine
tere se Neha ke liye kuch nai pucha. Na address manga aur na phone number. Sirf
uske husband aur family ka nature pucha<br />
</i>Me: <i>Haan toh<br />
</i>Tarun: <i>Main usse aaj bhi apni best
friend manta hu. Aaj hum dono baat nai karte but iska matlab yeh nai ki I don’t
care for her. Main sirf itna janna chahta tha ki woh khush hai na and agar uske
in-laws ache hai toh matlab woh khush hai. <br />
</i>Me: <i>Aur woh college ke time ka
propose, Woh sab kya tha ?</i><br />
Tarun: <i>Yaar uske dimaag mein Yash ka
bukhar tha. And Yash sahi ladka nai tha. Maine sunn liya tha ki Yash uske saath
relationship sirf naam ke liye bana raha hai. Aur Neha ko jab bhi main Yash ke
liye kuch kehta tha toh usko lagta tha I am being jealous. And I knew agar main
propose karunga toh fir Yash nahi karega. Because Yash waise bhi serious nai
hai aur kuch problem hua toh bhaag jayega.<br />
</i>Me: <i>Aur agar uss din Neha haan kehti
fir ?<br />
</i>Tarun (smiled): <i>Jo possible nai, uski
baat nai karte hai. Ab kuch aur baat kare ? jaise rent pe ghar ke bare mein ? ab
tak nai mila mujhe. Main kahi shift nai hua toh main apna naya ghar renovate kaise
karwauga<br />
Me: Ab yaar koi mil nai raha jo apna ghar sirf do mahine ke liye rent pe de<br />
</i>We discussed few things and after sometime, I left for home.<i><o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<b><u>That same Sunday night</u></b><br />
Vikas forwarded a message in the whatapp group about a house available for
rent.<br />
Someone: <i>Arey tune real estate commission
ka bhi business shuru kiya hai<br />
</i>Vikas: <i>Nai dost, yeh jiska ghar hai
woh meri wife ke pechan ki hai. Unko paiso ki need hai isiliye ghar rent pe de
rahe hai. Meri wife ne kaha sab groups mein forward karne ke liye.<br />
</i>My mind was thinking that God is such a big gamer, on one side Tarun is looking
for home and on another side, Neha searching tenant for her friend. What a big co-incidence. I forwarded
same message to Tarun but never told him about the source of the message.<br />
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<b><u>After few days</u></b><br />
Tarun shifted to that place. <br />
Tarun : <i>Tu toh bol raha tha lady ko paiso
ki zarurat hai<br />
</i>Me: <i>Haan<br />
</i>Tarun: <i>Usne kaha usko koi zarurat nai
hai, woh toh USA ja rahi hai kuch months ke liye, isiliye rent pe de rahi hai</i><br />
Me: <i>Pata nai, mujhe jo kaha gaya woh bataya</i><br />
It means Neha knew that Tarun is looking for house on rent.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Deep inside my heart, I understood one thing: Silence can never define
friendship, only silent care can.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mohit Udhwanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911467140103409076noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995472528560853313.post-79855984172676252042016-10-18T15:50:00.001+05:302018-09-24T22:35:25.632+05:30Temple Run<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This is Part III of story. There are 5 parts of the story,
each of them is about Saturday meetups with friends. All 5 parts are connected. Link to earlier part : <a href="https://campudhwani.blogspot.in/2016/10/hero-or-villain.html">Part-I</a> <a href="https://campudhwani.blogspot.in/2016/10/wrong-number.html">Part-II</a></div>
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<span style="font-size: 22.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Saturday</span><span lang="EN-US" style="background: white; color: #252525; font-family: "ms gothic"; font-size: 22.0pt; line-height: 115%;">|</span><span style="font-size: 22.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Set your day<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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15<sup>th </sup>July, 2016(Friday)<br />
Got the message from Tanya : <i>“kal subah 6:30
baje, mere ghar ke pass aa jana and hum titwala jayege, meri friend bhi chalegi saath mein”<br />
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16<sup>th</sup> July, 2016(Saturday)<b><u>[THIRD
SET YOUR DAY]<br />
</u></b>6:25 am<br />
I reached there before time. Tanya was already standing with Chetna. I was in
complete shock. Tanya gave a happy smile. Tanya introduced me to Chetna pretending that I don't know Chetna. We started our journey to titwala in Tanya’s car. I was sitting
in front seat along with driver.Tanya and Chetna on back seat.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Tanya: <i>FM on karo na</i><br />
Me: <i>Kaunsa channel chalu karu<br />
</i>Tanya:<i>Koi bhi</i><br />
Chetna: <i>Mohit, Radio Youth Zindagi lagao</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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Hearing my name in her voice was like hearing a song. I was
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Tanya: <i>uspe ka chalta hai iss time ? new
song ?</i><br />
Chetna: <i>Nahi, uspe ek show aata hai
“Relation advice from RJ Mickey” and uspe yeh RJ Mickey, Big B ke awaz mein
relationship advise deta hai between 6 am to 7am of the questions asked on day
before.<br />
</i>Tanya: <i>But Big B hi kyun ?<br />
</i>Chetna: <i>May be becoz log usse jaldi
connect hote hai</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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Till 7am we were listening to radio show then we started
talking on random topic. We reached titwala at 7 30 am. And I realised that Chetna
is now in comfort zone while talking with me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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We were in temple. She was standing next to me. I don’t know
what she was exactly praying but I prayed for her <i>“Bhagwan iski jo bhi wish hai usse pura kar dena”</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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Then we went for a breakfast to a nearby restaurant which
was around 5 mins from temple. <br />
Me: <i>woh ladka kaun tha, jo tumare saath
classes pe aata tha</i><br />
Chetna: <i>woh toh mera cousin tha<br />
</i>Me: <i>Toh tum kisi se baat kyun nai
karti thi</i><br />
Chetna: <i>uss time koi ek ladka pareshan
karta tha. Uss wajah se main pareshan rehti thi. Boys se kum baat karti thi.
Mera cousin bhi meri safety ke liye saath tha<br />
</i>Me: <i>Ab bhi boys se kum baat karti ho
na?</i><br />
Chetna: <i>Nai, I have a changed a lot.
College mein kum baat karti hu bcoz abi toh college start hua hai. But mera
best friend bhi ek ladka hai, Yash mera best friend hai. Hum din mein ek baar
toh phone pe baat karte hi hai</i><br />
Me: <i>Hey, give me 10 mins, main aata hu<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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I went outside and came after sometime<o:p></o:p></div>
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Tanya: <i>Kidar gaya tha<br />
</i>Me: <i>Mandir</i><br />
Tanya: <i>kyun</i><br />
Me: <i>Arey
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Same day. 7pm<br />
I reached our reunion point. Tanya was already there. She was smiling.</div>
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Me: <i>Thank you so so so so very much. You
made my day, my life</i><br />
Tanya: <i>Kuch bhi bol raha hai.<br />
</i>Me: <i>Sach mein<br />
</i>Tanya: <i>Acha chal fir party de. Waise
bhi last week jo hua uske baad I don’t think koi aayega, aaj.<br />
</i>Me: <i>ok, leke aata hu kuch, wait kar</i><br />
Tanya<i>: Ruk, pehle yeh bata subah jab hum
breakfast kar rahe the tu suddenly firse mandir kyun gaya tha ?<br />
</i>Me: <i>Pehle jab hum mandir gaye the,
tab maine pray kiya tha. Chetna ki jo bhi wish ho usse pura karna</i>, <i>Bhagwan</i><br />
Tanya: <i>ok toh ?<br />
</i>Me: <i>fir jab hum breakfast karne
baithe, toh usne bataya uska Yash karke koi best friend hai aur dono roz baat karte hai. Toh main darr gaya. Main wapas gaya and pray kiya ki<br />
</i>Tanya: <i>Ki ?</i><br />
Me: <i>Chetna ki jo bhi wish ho usse pura karna
but agar uski koi wish Yash ke saath future related toh uss wish ko pura nai
bhi karoge toh chalega<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Tanya had an uncontrollable laughter that time.<o:p></o:p><br />
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Every thing was fine till now. But what will happen when Adi
come across the reality. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Catch up part IV : <a href="https://campudhwani.blogspot.in/2017/01/check-mate.html">Check mate</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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Mohit Udhwanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911467140103409076noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995472528560853313.post-91978848111157461062016-10-18T15:22:00.002+05:302018-09-24T22:34:50.814+05:30Wrong Number<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This is Part II of story. There are 5 parts of the story,
each of them is about Saturday meetups with friends. All 5 parts are connected .
Click here for Part I : <a href="https://campudhwani.blogspot.in/2016/10/hero-or-villain.html">Hero or Villain</a><span style="font-size: 22.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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9<sup>th</sup> July, 2016(Saturday)<b><u>[SECOND SET YOUR DAY]<br />
</u></b>7:05PM<br />
Aditya, Kiran and Prem were already there.</div>
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Me: <i>Hi guys</i><br />
Others:<i>Hi</i><br />
Me:<i>Ek good news hai, Mujhe part time job
mili hai</i><br />
Aditya: <i>Congrats yaar bus ab yeh Tanya
bhi good news leke aaye mere liye</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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Suddenly Tanya came<br />
Tanya: <i>Sorry Adi, news achi nai hai</i><br />
Aditya: <i>kyun</i><br />
Tanya: <i>woh ladka jo Chetna ke saath
classes pe aata tha woh uska fiancée tha and sad part is uske 18<sup>th</sup>
birthday ke 10 din ke andar uski shadi bhi ho gayi. Choti si age mein shadi ho
gayi isiliye woh sabse apni shadi ki baat chupati hai.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Everyone was disappointed. <br />
Aditya: <i>main ghar ja raha hu</i></div>
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Aditya left the place, Prem and Kiran went with him. Even I was about to leave.</div>
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Me<i>: Chal main bhi nikalta hu</i></div>
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Tanya: <i>ruk maine snacks order kiye hai,
leke aati hu</i><br />
Tanya went and came back<br />
Me: <i>yaar tujhe pata hai yeh sab hua hai,
fir bhi tu itna sab layi hai.</i><br />
Tanya: <i>Teen reasons hai, Pehle kal tera
birthday tha, dusra tera job laga hai. Unlogo ne toh pucha bhi nai kaunsi job
hai, kya hai. Aur iss Aditya ke liye tu Chetna ko sacrifice kar raha tha.<br />
</i>Me: <i>Kya Sacrifice ? woh kabhi meri
thi hi nai aur ab toh ho bhi nahi sakti. Woh toh “wrong number” thi, jispe time
waste kiya.<br />
</i>Tanya: <i>Tune shayad ache se suna nai,
maine kaha tha teen reasons. Teesra reason hai ki Aditya ab tere raste se hat
gaya<br />
</i>Me: <i>Kya fayada</i><br />
Tanya: <i>Chetna ki koi shadi nai hui, maine
jooth kaha tha</i><br />
Me(with excitement): <i>kya ? are you
serious ?</i><br />
Tanya: <i>haan main serious hu</i><br />
Me: <i>toh woh ladka jo uske saath aata tha
?<br />
</i>Tanya: <i>woh Chetna ka cousin hai</i> <o:p></o:p></div>
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On one side, I was confused between my Hero-Villain theory,
but on other side I was equally happy. It was a big relief to know that she is
still single.<o:p></o:p></div>
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*** End of Part II***<o:p></o:p></div>
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So many lies but still hoping things will work. Will they ?<br />
Catch up Part III : <a href="https://campudhwani.blogspot.in/2016/10/temple-run.html">Temple Run</a> (Click on link)<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mohit Udhwanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911467140103409076noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995472528560853313.post-9080420395548279042016-10-18T14:54:00.002+05:302018-09-24T22:34:33.777+05:30Hero or Villain<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This is Part I of story. There are 5 parts of the story,
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Life changes after 12<sup>th</sup>, friends get divided into
different streams. But some friends still make their way to stay in touch. Even
we made it. Our college ended in Mid-February and since feb only, we started
reunion meets. Every last Saturday of the month was a re-union day. Initially
our strength was 30-35 friends in first reunion but now it has decreased to 8-9
friends on our last(5<sup>th</sup> reunion).<o:p></o:p></div>
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1<sup>st</sup> July, 2016(Friday)<br />
11:30 PM<br />
I got a call from Aditya <br />
Aditya: <i>Hi Mohit</i><br />
Me: <i>Hi</i><br />
Aditya: <i>Kal reunion karte hai</i><br />
Me: <i>Bhai kal pehla Saturday hai, last nai</i><br />
Aditya: <i>I know par kuch hai, jo mujhse
tum logo se discuss karna hai, ab aur questions nai. Just be there at 7 pm
sharp</i><br />
Mohit: <i>ok</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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2<sup>nd</sup> July, 2016(Saturday)<b><u>[FIRST SET YOUR DAY]<br />
</u></b>7:30 PM</div>
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I was late and I was last one to reach there. There were four friends waiting
for me. Aditya, Kiran(male), Prem and Tanya<br />
After few minutes of discussion on why I am late. Aditya spelled the beans.<br />
Aditya: <i>Guys, mujhe pyaar ho gaya hai</i><br />
Prem: <i>Kaun woh Kiran ? woh teri padosan ?
lucky yaar , kafi beautiful hai</i><br />
Kiran: <i>Nai yaar Kiran mat bol, hamare
group mein se koi bhi Kiran naam ki ladki se relation nai rakhega<br />
</i>Aditya<i>: Its Chetna. Yaad hai woh
maths classes wali ladki.</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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Let me introduce them one by one<br />
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Aditya: Aditya by character is a synonym of being selfish. Aditya was amongst
those boys who pretend to get injured after they finish up their batting. He is
so-called-friend to everyone.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Kiran: Kiran has mastery in writing ‘application for
correction in ID’. From aadhar card to election card, from college id to school
id, everytime his gender was mistaken as female. His second irritation point
was being called as KKKKiran. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Prem: His name defines him. If you are a girl and Prem have
seen you, even once then congratulations you were/are his crush. He falls in so
offen that I feel that even gravitational force has lesser power as compared to his love force.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Tanya: Straight forward. ‘Zero second’ is the time
difference between her thinking and saying something. <i>Ladkiyo ki Sunny Deol .</i>Not a tomboy but a fighter. She does only
what she think is right. We know each other very well as she was my school mate,<br />
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Chetna: Every class has one such girl whom every guy likes. Chetna
was Ashwariya Rai of the class. She was our classmate(at private classes which
was only for maths subject). She was always accompanied with a boy. I never saw
her talking to any other boy or girl. No one knows her college, her number or
anything except her name.</div>
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Back to the story.<br />
Aditya: <i>Its Chetna. Yaad hai woh maths
classes wali ladki.<br />
</i>Prem: <i>Lucky yaar, kaha mili ?</i><br />
Aditya:<i> College mein yaar. </i><br />
Me : <i>Par woh to NG College of Management mein
hai aur tu SN college mein</i><br />
(Tanya was giving me a strange look)<br />
Aditya: <i>Arey sorry, tum logo ko shayad
bataya nai, maine apna admission SN college mein se cancel karwa ke NG College of
Management mein liya hai.</i><br />
Tanya: <i>Haan thik hai, but hume kyun
bulaya hai yaha ?</i><br />
Aditya: <i>Tum log mujhe support karna
future mein. Khaas kar tu Tanya. Kal usne apni friend ko kaha woh Mc Donalds ke
yaha shift hui hai, means tere area
mein. Chalo guys promise me, you will support. Kiran ?<br />
</i>Kiran: <i>I promise</i><br />
Aditya: <i>Prem ?</i> <br />
Prem: <i>I promise to support</i><br />
Aditya: <i>Tanya ?</i><br />
Tanya: <i>Promise kya ? tujhe hum pe vishwas
nai hai kya. Iske baad, Mohit se bhi promise mat le. Haan karugi support bus.
Ab kuch khane ke liye leke aau ? Self service hai, koi waiter nai aayega.</i><br />
Aditya: <i>Thanks. Ya leke aa, aaj waise bhi
tera turn hai.</i><br />
Tanya(turning towards me) <i>: Chal Mohit, tera support
lagegi, sab main akele nai utha sakti.</i><br />
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We reached counter. She turned back and confirmed that none of our friends is
with us.<br />
Tanya: <i>Tujhe Chetna pasand hai na ?</i><br />
Me: <i>nai toh</i><br />
Tanya: <i>Marr khani hai meri, mujhse jooth
bolega ?</i><br />
Me: <i>Pasand nai bus thoda thoda like karta
hu</i><br />
Tanya: <i>ek hi baat hai<br />
</i>Me: <i>Par, tujhe kaise malum pada</i><br />
Tanya: <i>Chetna ek alien type girl hai.
Uske bare mein kisko kuch nai pata. Adi ko isliye malum pada bcoz who dono ek
hi college mein hai. But tujhe pehle se pata tha</i>.<br />
Me: <i>Ok. Par ab its time to support our
friend Adi. Khud ka fayada dekhna galat hoga. Usse sab bata deta hu ki main bhi usse like karta tha but abi nai.<br />
</i>Tanya: <i>Oh Harshvardhan ! sachai ki murat,
daani purush</i><br />
Mohit: <i>Harshvardhan ? Harishchandra na</i>
?<br />
Tanya: <i>Haan jo bhi hai. Koi friend nai
hai woh. Aaj kaam pada hai isiliye salaam kar raha hai. And teri pyar kya
jootha hai. Mahanpurush banne ki koi zarurat nai hai. Tujhe promise karne se aise hi nai bachaya. Uss selfish ko maddat karne se acha hai tu Chetna ko panne ki
koshish kar, main support karugi tujhe aur...</i><br />
<i><br />
</i>Tanya stopped herself when she saw Prem coming toward us. <br />
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After sometime, we all finished eating and decided two things. One, we will meet
on every Saturday and second, Aditya will propose Chetna by last Saturday of
this month. We were about to leave just then an old lady came with heavy bag
walking towards apartment nearby.<br />
Me: <i>Aunty help karu ?</i><br />
Lady: <i>haan beta yeh lo, 2<sup>nd</sup>
floor pe chalna hai, le sakte ho isse</i><br />
Me: <i>haan aunty, itna bhi heavy nai hai.</i><br />
I waved everyone bye and went with the lady inside the apartment. When I came
back outside.<br />
Watchman: <i>kya sahib, nuksaan karwa diya
mera. Main saman leke jata toh mere ko aunty 10 rupayee baksish deti thi na.<br />
</i>I had no answer for him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Tanya was still standing there.<br />
Tanya: <i>Dekha, live example.</i><br />
Mohit:<i> Kya matlab ? main samja nai</i><br />
Tanya: <i>“Neki kar, dariya mein dal”. Log
sochte hai ki yeh neki ko dariya mein dalne ki baat ho rahi hai. Galat sochte
hai. Yeh dariya mein na uss nekki karnewale ko dalne ki baat hoti hai. Acha
karne walo ko koi yaad nai rakhta. Ab bhi tu usko support karega toh soch le,
nuksaan tera hi hoga. Aage tu soch. Main chalti hu bye.<br />
</i>She left without even waiting for me to say bye.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I know that Tanya manipulated the meaning of that quote.
But, today my heart wanted to accept the wrong meaning. I realised that heart always accept
that advice which favours us the most. Now only question in my mind was am I doing right or wrong ? will I be hero or villain in other's view ?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Tanya was always seen with a guy at classes. Who was that
guy and how his reality will impact us.<br />
To know catch up Part II : <a href="https://campudhwani.blogspot.in/2016/10/wrong-number.html">Wrong Number</a> (Click on link)<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mohit Udhwanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911467140103409076noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995472528560853313.post-5963771434814690392016-07-13T16:27:00.001+05:302016-07-14T21:44:15.189+05:30Muskaan<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">पाँच</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">तत्व</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">की</span>
<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">इस</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">दुनिया</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">में</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">महत्व</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">सिर्फ</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">उसकी</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">हँसी</span>
<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">का</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">था</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">इत्र</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">लगाने</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">से</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">तो</span>
<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">सिर्फ</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">कपडे</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">महकते</span>
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<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">मेरा</span> '<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">मोहित</span>' <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">होना</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">तो</span>
<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">उसकी</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">खुशी</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">से</span>
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<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">वो</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">खुश</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">हो</span>
<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">तो</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">दिन</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">मेरा</span>
<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">अच्छा</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">बन</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">जाता</span>
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<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">नाराज़</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">हो</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">तो</span>
<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">मेरे</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">चेहरे</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">का </span><span style="font-family: "mangal" , serif;">भी </span><span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">रंग</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">उत्तर</span>
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<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">पर</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">आज</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">उसकी</span>
<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">वो</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">हँसी</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">कही</span>
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<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">आज</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">मेरी</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">वजह</span>
<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">से</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">उसकी</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">आँखें</span>
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<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">नाराज़गी</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">नहीं</span>, <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">शायद</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">मेरी</span>
<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">साँसे</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">कम</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">थी</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">शोर</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">करती</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">हस्पताल</span>
<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">की</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">उस</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">मशीन</span>
<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">को</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">क्या</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">पता</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">दिल</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">की</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">धड़कन</span>
<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">तो</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">उसकी</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">मुस्कराहट</span>
<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">से</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">बढ़ती</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">है</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">इंजेक्शन</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">में</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">दवा</span>
<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">बरते</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">उस</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">डॉक्टर</span>
<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">को</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">क्या</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">पता</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">जीने</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">की</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">दुआ</span>
<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">तो</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">उसकी</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">मुस्कान</span>
<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">से</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">मिलती</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">है</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">दौडते</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">हुए</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">आसुओ</span>
<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">को</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">समजा</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">दो</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">जिंदगी</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">तो</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">उनकी</span>
<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">खुशी</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">से</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">चलती</span>
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<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">आँखों</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">को</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">बंद</span>
<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">करते</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">उस</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">हाथ</span>
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<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">उसकी</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">मुस्कान</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">को</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">आखरी</span>
<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">बार</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">देखना</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">बाकी</span>
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<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">अब</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">लगता</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">है</span>
<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">भगवन</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">के</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">पास</span>
<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">जाने</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">का</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">समय</span>
<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">आ</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">गया</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">है</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">दुनिया</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">को</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , serif; text-align: left;">अलविदा</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">कहना</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">का</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">समय</span>
<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">आ</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">गया</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">है</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">खुदा</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">से</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">उसकी</span>
<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">मुस्कान</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">वापस</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">मागने</span>
<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">का</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">समय</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">आ</span>
<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">गया</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">है</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">चलता</span> <span style="font-family: "mangal" , "serif";">हूं</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Mohit Udhwanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911467140103409076noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995472528560853313.post-26281088693826242652016-05-21T00:22:00.002+05:302016-05-21T00:34:41.589+05:30Aww wali Girls<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Aww is sweet expression. <br />
Awww is sweeter expression. <br />
Awwww is sweetest expression. <br />
Awwwww (and more) is diabetic expression.<br />
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It's not like that every girl using word aww is aww wali girl.
Aww wali girls are special type of girl. They just use it anywhere and
everywhere.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><u>Online chats</u></b></div>
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“<i>Meri lottery lagi hai</i>”<br />
Aww wali girls : <i>Aww</i><br />
My mind :<i> tujhe kuch lag gaya kya, jo aww kar rahi hai</i></div>
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“<i>Mera accident ho gaya</i>”<br />
Aww wali girls : <i>Aww<br />
</i>My mind :<i> Kab, kyun, kaha bhi puch</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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“<i>Mera haath fracture
ho gaya</i>”<br />
Aww wali girls : <i>Aww<br />
</i>My mind :<i> ab bhi aww<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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“<i>I am recovering now</i>”<br />
Aww wali girls : <i>Aww</i></div>
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My mind :<i> shayad keyboard hi kharab hoga<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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“<i>I am fine, how are
you</i>”<br />
Aww wali girls : <i>Aww</i><br />
My mind :<i> achese padh toh leti<br />
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</i>Apart from being like this online or apart from this using aww, they have many more right-eyebrow-raising-qualities.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>*After a joke*</i><br />
Aww wali girls : <i>LOL</i><br />
My mind :<i> LOL ? Hass bhi sakti thi, robot hai kya ?</i></div>
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“<i>Mera accident ho gaya tha</i>”<br />
Aww wali girls : <i>O-M-G<br />
</i>My mind :<i> muh se baat kar rahi hai
pura toh bol hi sakti thi<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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There are many other ways to be cool rather than using OMG in face to face
conversation. Anything in limit is good. A conversation full of aww is awful
conversation.<o:p></o:p></div>
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PS : This post is not meant to offend anyone. Many of my friends
and cousins use aww(but in limit), this one is not related to any of them. Just a post to make people smile. Also, If girls have aww-wali-girls, boys have
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: Just a way of presentation. I made this post to answer
the questions most of the people ask me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Q: Ok then, Your blog is Mr Weirdo, why such name?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: People say I am different from many others in everything
I do. Different is the word but it doesn’t appear to be appealing. So I named it Mr Weirdo.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Q: But there was another option : your Hpage blog name –
Mohit’s Shorteries<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: Hpage is past. It was in 2009. It created some personal problem with my
friend. So deleted the blog and don’t want to use anything connected to that.
And that name can be used for short stories completed in one or two paragraphs.
Also, now I write big stories. Infact, some of them are so big that I divide
them into parts and post it. Like the story : The Chitra of My Life<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Q: Oh yes Chitra, who is Chitra?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: She is just an imagination<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Q: But then why only Chitra, there are many names?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: The name is quite rare. And it’s also name of childhood
friend. She was my friend in nursery school days . I last met her when I was in my 2<sup>nd</sup>
grade and haven’t meet or seen her ever after that but my uncle still teases me
on that name. Don’t know why. So I felt using it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Q: You write most your stories in busy days like during
audit days or exam days, why?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: I don’t write stories in these busy days. I just post
them in these busy days. It’s kind of a break for me<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Q: You call yourself an innovative, why ?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: First time I got this tag was in some competition. Then
my maths teachers gave me this tag. Infact, one of them, Prof Oza, Somaiya
college said there are 3 method to solve every mathematical problem: 1) the
book method 2) the teachers’ method 3) your method, you are truely innovative,
Mohit. Also in one of the training sessions, I received this tag of “Innovative”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Q: Coming to maths, your blog Mathemagician, why you stopped
it ?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">A: My idea for the blog was to make everything available
from tricks to formulas at one place. I shared this idea with someone and he created
the same blog with same title in a week’s time. I was disappointed and stopped
blogging there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Q: But now that page is already deleted. Will you continue
your page again?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Arvind(Age 22) just received a call that his brother has met
with an accident. He took the car keys and left from home. He was driving car
at a high speed. He, then, saw a small kid crossing the road. He was about to
hit the kid but a lady jumped and saved him. This made Arvind go completely blank <o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-size: large;">and he, too, met with an accident and died on the spot. Soon, he reached the
heaven’s gate.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Hello Arvind” said an old man with a white beard and white
clothes<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Arvind : Hello Sir<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Old man : I am your guide for next few days till you get rebirth. With me, you will learn the lessons for your upcoming life. And you
will also learn the results of mistake you made in your past life. Let me check
in which form you will get your rebirth as.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">He checked his white color book<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Old man : Aah ! the human life again. You are the second
person in my career who is getting rebirth as human again. First was Mitesh,
seven years ago. He was also in his twenties, when he came here.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Arvind: Thank you God, I am human again. But sir, is it because
we lived a smaller life, we are getting rebirth as human ?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Old man : No. Age is not a criteria. Its about how good you
have been in your past life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Arvind : Can you tell me something about Mitesh, if its allowed
to share<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Old man : sure, I can tell you about him<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">******<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mitesh was very innocent and filled with love. He was deeply
in love with Vilsha. But after the breakup, he stopped living his life, the way
he used to live. May be that was the reason God called him up. During his
learning days, here in heaven, he use to visit earth as ghost. He visited
different places but his two most comman were his home and Vilsha’s home. A day
before rebirth, everyone is given 18 hrs to meet their loved ones in their dreams. Mitesh
also got this opportunity. When Mitesh reached earth, it was 3 pm. His parents
were at office, which means he cant meet them as they are awake. He was searching
for others who might be sleeping. He found that Vilsha is taking her afternoon
nap. He reached her dream. In that dream, Vilsha was sitting in the garden
alone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mitesh(from behind) : its said that even a fake relationship
for 8 months create true love between the two. Was our relation worse than the
fake.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Vilsha(turned back) : Oh Mitesh, I am sorry but I did what I
felt right. At that time, I found him better than you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mitesh : Vilsha, we were together for 3 yrs and your
friendship with him was not even 3 months old. My poems for you, my prayers for
you and everything wasn’t worth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Vilsha: I know but I was confused. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mitesh : You call it a confusion. It turned my life
completely upside down.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Vilsha started crying. Mitesh left from there, without say a
word.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Later in night, he went to dreams of his parents, relatives
and friends. He still had time. At some moment, he decided to meet Vilsha again
but I stopped and came back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Before getting rebirth, he was asked to make wishes – one
good and one bad. These wishes are allowed so that no one takes unfulfilled
love or hate memories of past life in their next life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">As a good wish, he asked for happiness of his parents and
loved ones.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">When it came to bad wish, everyone in heaven thought he will
ask for some big punishment for Vilsha. Infact many thought he will ask for
death of Vilsha. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">But he. He didn’t asked for anything. And he was sent back
to earth as human<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">*****<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Arvind : Wasn’t he given any other option, as he didn’t ask
for anyone’s bad.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Old man : no<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Arvind : Man ! He almost saved Vilsha’s life and he didn’t
got anything. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Old man smiled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Arvind : What ? did I said anything wrong ?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Old man : The kid who was saved from getting hit by your
car, was seven year old Mitesh. The lady who saved the kid was Vilsha.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Arvind was almost shocked. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Old man: I will start guiding you for your new life in
sometime, till time you can take some rest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">*****<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Mohit Udhwanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911467140103409076noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995472528560853313.post-39053950373642870422013-12-13T21:28:00.001+05:302013-12-13T21:40:45.101+05:30A Boy called Pinky<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">On the news channel :</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Reporter on camera: This building, behind me, is Child Care
Maternity Hospital. Last evening, the fire broke out on the third floor of this
hospital. But with God’s grace, all the children on that floor were saved. The
boy who saved life of 6 children – 4 boys and 2 girls, will soon be given
“Bravery Award” by Mayor of the town.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Lady was in her last month of pregnancy, when people
predicted “it will be a girl”. Grandmother of the yet-to-born baby had a wish
to name the baby as ‘Pinky’. Grandmother died 4 days before the birth of the
child. Prediction is prediction, it can go wrong and it went wrong. It was a
boy. Considering it as last wish of his grandmother, they gave named this boy
as ‘Pinky’. Pinky struggled a lot with his name in whole of his school life. He
was the soft target and can easily be teased. When he entered his college days
where he introduced himself as Sam to everyone. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Pinky was that guy who rescued 6 children and was called to
receive the “Bravery Award”. He was not ready to attend the event, due to fear
that his college friend will know that his real name is Pinky. Pinky set a
condition that he will be introduced as Sam, to which organizers agreed. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">At the event:</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mr. Shah (Father of rescued child): Last evening, I thought
that I will never be able to see my son again. But for this brave boy, who put
his own life in danger and saved my son. He saved life of my son – Pinky</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Someone from Press: Sir, you named your son as Pinky ?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mr. Shah: Yes, name of my son is Pinky. You may not know but
soon, this name will be a trend and this name will be used for both boys and
girls. Infact, all the children rescued are named as Pinky. Anyways, I will
call this brave boy on stage to introduce himself and say few words.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Pinky(emotionally touched) begins saying : Hello everyone, I
am Pinky………………………</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">That night, he changed his Twitter and Facebook name from
“Rocking Sam” to “Rocking Pinky”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">There are many people around us who suffer because of these
small-small things. Some people who don’t like to be clicked because they were
told that they don’t look good. Some don’t speak much because they feel people
will make fun of their stammering or different accent or their voice. The boy, who won fancy dress competition by
acting as Ravan, left the school because he was continuously teased as Ravan
for 6 months. Not everyone is lucky like Pinky who got big opportunity to earn
respect. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Never deprive someone of hope; it might be all they have" : H. Jackson Brown Jr</span></div>
Mohit Udhwanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911467140103409076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995472528560853313.post-60190264353522020062013-01-17T20:40:00.001+05:302013-01-17T20:40:29.334+05:30I m there for you :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There
was a contest on a website:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: large;">Everyone
have their love memories, here is chance to share and win a gift vouchers worth
Rs 5000. Contest name : Mera Pehla Pehla Pyaar. All you have to do is write us
5 things which you can never forget about your first love.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: large;">Entry
no 1 : Her eyes, Her pink nail polish, Her smile, Her cell number and Her fav
song.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: large;">Entry
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: large;">1)
I can’t forget her uncontrolled laughing at pani puri stall, when I asked
“Bhaiya ek plate sukha puri dena”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Your good night wishes: Good night. Sweet dreams. Take care. Be happy. Keep
smiling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Everytime you cried (4 times in 2006, 2 times in 2007 and 9 times in 2008)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Your first self made star shaped uttappa which you prepared for me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Regret that neither I couldn’t express my love nor you understood my feelings.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Mayur<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: large;">Muskaan’s
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: large;">03.12.2012<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: large;">Dear
Diary,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: large;"> It was a big day today which
had lot of feelings – love, friendship, emotions. This page will be one of my
most read pages. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: large;">Lets start. I was at Delhi airport,
all alone. It was a boring time till I met new friend: Vilsha. When Vilsha
came, she occupied a next to me and was busy working on a laptop. Soon, She
smiled to me and asked for some information about flight. With time, we started
getting into a friendlier conversation. We shared lots of things about life, work,
school and college. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: large;">After some time, she told me to read
replies to –‘Mera Pehla Pehla Pyaar’ contest, which asked “5 things: you can
never forget about your first love”. We started reading it. I was shocked when
I read 16<sup>th</sup> entry because it was about me. It was written by my
bestie Mayur. I didn’t gave any reaction on it as I never wanted Vilsha to know
that it’s about me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: large;">I wished Mayur has shared this with me
a lot before. He was always close to me yet he never disclosed. I wish Mayur is
also having a Happy Married Life like me. Miss you Mayur. Good night Diary.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: large;">Vilsha
reached her home. She quickly went to her room and opened her old suitcase. She
took out a diary hidden between the clothes. She cancelled the fourth point on
the last page of dairy. Fourth point of the diary was “Wished I couldn’t have
shared my feeling with Muskaan”. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: large;">Reality
was that Vilsha saw Muskaan on airport a lot before she sat near her. When she,
first, saw Muskaan, she quickly searched on net where she can share Mayur’s
feeling about Muskaan. Vilsha had read all about Muskaan from Mayur’s diary.
Soon she saw a site and posted it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: large;">Vilsha
is Mrs Vilsha Mayur. Vilsha is wife of Mayur. Mayur maintains a diary of his
dreams. Few days ago, when Vilsha found this diary, she kept it with herself.
She promised herself that she will fulfill all the dreams of Mayur and give
back the diary to Mayur. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: large;">Dear
Diary,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Welcome to my world. Its sad part that your sister diary who was knowing
all my secret dreams is still in search. But, no regrets, my priorities are now
changed. I name you as “Dreams of my love-Vilsha”. You will have to keep secret
the dreams of my wife which I will share with you. I have started asking about Vilsha's dreams
from her close friends and relatives. Be with me. Good night.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vijaya","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">Sitting
with bigger thirst,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vijaya","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">Found
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<span style="font-family: "Vijaya","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">Realised
life is so unlucky for me,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vijaya","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">That
I never get what I really need.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vijaya","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">Wished
I had died before the day,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vijaya","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">When
floods destroyed the town.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vijaya","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">Wished
I had died before the day,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vijaya","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">When
cheaters were wearing the crown.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vijaya","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">Wished
I had died before the day,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vijaya","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">When
love became just a noun.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vijaya","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">Wished
I had died before the day,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vijaya","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">When
life was letting me down.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vijaya","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">Took
the ‘half’ filled glass of water,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vijaya","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">Was
enough to fulfill the thirst,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vijaya","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">Was
enough to understand the crux.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vijaya","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">Life
always give what we need,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vijaya","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">Just
desire without any greed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vijaya","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">If
I had died, a day before,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vijaya","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">Would
have missed how quick the life gets to its track.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vijaya","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">If
I had died, a day before,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vijaya","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">Would
have missed the India’s fight back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vijaya","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">If
I had died, a day before,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vijaya","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">Would
have missed the fact that love exists but we resist.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vijaya","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">If
I had died, a day before,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Vijaya","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">Would
have missed the life to live as an optimist.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Rinkling twinkling her eyes turned to me,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Got
to the place (her eyes) I want to be.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Sweating
with fear, Had a question in my mind,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Will
she answer it or our friendship will get rewind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">With
fear, I asked her, will you be mine,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Her face
showed an expected positive shine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Its
that day and this day, we share same smiles,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Her
happiness is where my happiness lies.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">P.S.: Nothing real. Just a poem.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Pooja finished her business trip and was on her way to
home, when Aashish called her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">On the phone,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Pooja : No need to come to the station so early at
morning 6 am. Your wife is brave enough to reach home on her own. I have keys
with me and Activa is anyways parked near the station.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Aashish : Are you sure ?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Pooja : Sure. Sure. 100% sure<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Aashish : Ok. Good night.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Pooja : Good night. Sweet Dreams. Take Care. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Aashish wanted to give her a surprise. So, he woke up at
5 am and took his car for station. But, he got stuck in road traffic. It was
5:45 am and he was still in traffic. His phone ranged. It was Pooja on call.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Pooja : Good morning<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Aashish : Good morning sweet heart. I was about to call
you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Pooja : Why ? All well ?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Aashish : ya dear, all well. I wanted to inform you that I am on the way to station. But I will be late.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Pooja : Arey I could have come on my own. Anyways, why
you are late ?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Aashish : I am stucked in traffic jam.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Pooja : Traffic jam in early morning ? why ?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;">Aashish</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> : Some accident has happened on road side. But no
one is helping the male or female, they are all watching.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Pooja : Why don’t you go and help them ?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;">Aashish</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> : Arey ! there are many people around. Someone will
help the person. Anyways, there are too much of crowd near the person to even
know that it’s a female or male. Infact, I am unable to see anything.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Pooja : Please go and help the person.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;">Aashish</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> : No. All I want is to find the way out of this
traffic and meet my wife whom I am missing since a week.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Pooja : I will only wait for you on station, if you tell
whether the person is male or female.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;">Aashish</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> : Ok. Men can never win over women. Hold on, I m
checking.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;">Aashish</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> came out of car and reached the accident side. He
was shocked to see the girl. She was Pooja – his wife. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;">Aashish</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> checked his mobile
screen, there was no call on hold. He picked his wife and went to hospital. Doctor
informed </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;">Aashish</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> about Pooja’s health and informed him that she will ok after 15
days rest. Later, he checked “call history”, there was no received call in
morning. It was God who gave </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;">Aashish</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> a signal – a chance to save his wife.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Unfortunately, such miracles happen in story only where
God gives you chance to save your loved one. We are concerned for our loved
ones only. We never think the victim is also ‘loved one’ for some person. Infact,
now Supreme Court has ruled that people injured can now be treated without any
FIR [Case : Appeal(Civil) 919 of 2007] and no enquiry from the person who saves
the victim. This judgment is meant to encourage people to help the accident
victims. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Some statistics (Source :</span> <i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Savelifefoundation.org</span></i>)
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">15 people die every hour due to road accident. 60 are
seriously injured.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">80% of victim do not receive any medical treatment within
Golden Hour.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">THINK!!!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">BREAKUP
day : 12 January, 1992.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It
was 3:30 am. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Door
bell ranged. Aditi’s mom and dad got shocked. Aditi’s brother ran towards the
door with fear. It was Aditi at the door. Aditi was crying. As soon as the door
was opened, Aditi ran towards her mom and hugged her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Aditi’s
mom : “what happened beta ?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Aditi
: “I don’t want to live with Rohit anymore”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Aditi’s
dad : “why beta ? what happened ?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Aditi
: “Mom. Dad. Rohit is big liar”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Few
years before marriage,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Rohit
and Aditi were very good friends. Rohit and Aditi used to share everything. It
was December winter and Rohit proposed Aditi. Aditi said no and their
friendship lost its strength.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Again,
after two months, on valentine day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Rohit
: “Aditi, will you marry me ?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Aditi
: “No Rohit, I don’t love you, I don’t want to marry you”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Rohit
: “Wont you fulfill my life’s last wish ?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Aditi
: “What do mean, Rohit ?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Rohit
: “Aditi, I have Cancer, I don’t know how long I will live”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Aditi
was shocked. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Thinking
what to reply, Aditi said : “I need some time.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">At
night, she called her best friend Shikha to her house. She wanted to take
decision with her family and best friend Shikha. She asked her family whether
she should disclose the untold fact.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The
next morning,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Aditi
: “I made my decision”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Rohit
: “So. Is it yes ?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Aditi
: “Before that, I want to tell you something, which might change your thinking
for me”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Rohit
: “Nothing can…..”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Aditi
(stopping Rohit) : I m also a cancer patient.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Rohit
: “Really ? so what ? Infact, its good. We can support each other. Aditi , I
don’t have any problem. Tell me, Will you marry me ?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Aditi
: “yes”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">BREAKUP
day : 12 January, 1992.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">At
12:18 am, midnight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Rohit’s
mobile ranged. Rohit was sleeping. Aditi took the phone. It was Shikha on call.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Aditi
: “Hello Shikha, what happened ? You called so late?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Shikha
: “Aditi, I need Rohit’s help. My son has met with the accident, he need blood.
Rohit has same blood group. Please tell him to come to City Hospital”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Aditi
: “Shikha, you know Rohit is suffering from cancer, hence, he can’t donate
blood.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Shikha
: “No Aditi, he is not suffering from cancer. He told this so that you marry
him without any regrets.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Aditi
: “What ? Ok. I am sending him. Don’t worry”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Aditi
tells Rohit to wake up and tell him to go to hospital to donate blood. Aditi
doesn’t talk anything about the cancer. Rohit leaves immediately. Aditi, after
thinking for some time, pack her bag and leaves the home.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Few
years before marriage, Rohit and Aditi loved each other but never said anything
to each other. When Aditi learned about her cancer, she started avoiding Rohit.
Soon, when Aditi rejected Rohit’s propose, Rohit started finding the reason of
changed Aditi. On forcing Shikha, Rohit came to know the truth. Rohit knew that
Aditi didn’t want to put her responsibility on him. So, Rohit pretended to have
cancer and also took Shikha to his confidence.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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and Aditi got married.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">A
junk-food loving Rohit started living on boiled vegetables and cereals only. He
stopped eating sweets and ice creams which were always his favourite. He
participated in every activity along with Aditi to maintain the health. He
lived a patient’s life which was full of restrictions. He avoided every freedom
that he deserved. He did all this for his love – Aditi.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Knowing
the fact, that Rohit is not a cancer patient. She regretted. She was thinking
that Rohit should enjoy his life and should come out of this restricted world
and hence she left the house.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Soon,
in the morning, Rohit came to Aditi’s house. He explained him that she is not
responsibility for him. He told her that every moment that he spent with her
with more tastier than a junk food and sweet than an ice cream. Soon, Aditi
agreed and they went back to their home.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Today,
Rohit is in his late forties. Rohit has a good business. Rohit also runs a
trust for helping the cancer patient. Don’t worry, Aditi is still alive and
they are living happily. So far, cancer is unable to overtake their love.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">P.S.
: No intentions to hurt anyone. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">
Mentioning dates might make you feel that this is real story<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> but this is not a real story<o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>Mohit Udhwanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911467140103409076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995472528560853313.post-83658257619630175582012-01-25T22:24:00.001+05:302012-03-25T11:28:47.836+05:30Awesome Lines of ad<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><span></span><br />
Ummeed waali dhoop, Sunshine waali aasha</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" style="background-color: black; color: white; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">Rone ki wajah hai kam, Hansne
ke bahane jyada</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">Zidd hai muskuraayenge</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" style="background-color: black; color: white; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">Khush rehne ka hai waada<span style="background-color: black;"></span></span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="center" style="background-color: black; color: white; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">Umeed wali dhoop, Sunshine
waali asha</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" style="background-color: black; color: white; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">Tum dil se agar puchhoge</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" style="background-color: black; color: white; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">Woh khush rehna hi chahe</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" style="background-color: black; color: white; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">Jab sache mann se maango</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">Toh khul jaati hai raahein</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">Toh khul ke khusi lutaao, Ye
kya aadha-aadha</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">Umeedon wali dhoop, Sunshine
Wali asha</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><span style="background-color: black;"></span></span></div>
<div align="center" style="background-color: black; color: white; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">Umeedon wali dhoop, Sunshine
Wali asha</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">Believe in a happier tomorrow….</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">bcoz, there are more reasons to
be happy than sad…</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;">P.S. :
Its an ad song lyrics, its not written by me</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"> I found it good so thought to share</span></div>
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</div>Mohit Udhwanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911467140103409076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995472528560853313.post-8663369973094413542012-01-03T19:44:00.000+05:302012-01-03T20:14:20.329+05:30My Love Poem<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Love
is illusion, love is mistake,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Love
is unreal, love is fake,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">This
was what my mind usually take,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">But
she came and my thoughts got the break.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">She was
beautiful, she was charming, and she was cute,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">I
could finally say, my life found a love route,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Is her heart beating at same rate as it was in me,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Or am i searching for mango on an apple tree?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">My
heart was beating at rate high,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Will
she say yes or else will I die,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">There
was no one around except we two,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">I got
on my knee to say love words few,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">But
she didn’t wait for me and said I love you too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Love
was in air, love was on my side,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Love
was something, we both can never hide,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Thank
you god for giving my love a pride,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Now,
she calls me husband and I call her wife.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">(This hasn’t happened to me but I wish it happens……………….)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">(Hope God is hearing me)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>Mohit Udhwanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911467140103409076noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995472528560853313.post-42954934700401978682011-12-28T16:50:00.002+05:302011-12-28T16:54:35.072+05:30POINT OF ANGER<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">It was Diwali night.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">9 year old Raju is only son of Vijay and Malti. Raju is
intelligent and he maintains balance between studies and play. He is very
obedient towards parents, teachers and elders. He was waiting for his father.
His father has promised him that he will bring lots of environment-friendly
crackers. He was eagerly waiting for his dad. Late by an hour, his dad came at
11pm. Raju asked his dad about crackers. His dad replied “Crackers! Crackers!!
Crackers!!!, don’t you see I m tired.” Raju has no guts to say anything after
that. It was a festive day; it was a new year; and it was Raju who slept with
wet eyes.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">28 year old Pritam is a good businessman. He achieved
great heights in his work life at a very young age. It was his first diwali after
his marriage. He was sitting at home when some unexpected guests arrived. He
called Hotel Neelkanth to order some food and milkshakes. It was 12:30pm, the
delivery was supposed to be in 30 mins i.e. at 01:00pm. Guests were very close
friends to Pritam. Pritam was meeting them after a long time and hence he
didn’t want to get disturbed. He was not even replying to calls from his shop.
40 mins gone, still the ordered food didn’t arrived. Pritam got angry. At
01:20pm, when the food arrived. Pritam shouted at the delivery man and told him
“Is this the time, you people take to deliver order!!! Do you know your boss is
my friend!!! Your boss is with family to enjoy vacations and in his absence,
you have become careless towards.” Pritam was so angry that he didn’t allow
delivery man to utter a single word.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">34 year old Patel is waiter in a hotel. He left home with
happiness in mind and smile on face. He was best employee in the hotel. He
never says no to any work. Hotel was filled with customer on that day because
of diwali festival. His manager called him and told that as all the delivery
men are out, so he has go and deliver the order to a customer. Patel agreed to
it. He reached the place in 10 mins. He ranged the door bell. Patel was smiling
and was all set to wish the person who opens the door. But when door opened,
the person shouted him a lot because the order was late by 20 mins. Yes, it was
the house of Pritam(the person and incident is mentioned in earlier paragraph).
Patel never knew that order is late. He delivered the order as and when he got
the parcel. He was not at fault yet he faced the anger. Patel was angry all
through the day. He left from his hotel. When he reached home, his son asked
him about cracker and Patel shouted his son to transfer his anger. Patel was
Vijay Patel – father of 9 year old Raju.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Its so easy to put our anger on someone smaller than us.
Smaller, here, means smaller by age or smaller by work status. Pritam’s anger
spoiled his own mood for whole day. Also, Pritam put the anger on ‘innocent’
Vijay Patel and Vijay Patel, in turn, put his anger on ‘innocent’ son Raju.
Anger spoiled the day of Pritam, Vijay Patel and Raju. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Story doesn’t ends here. After few days, Pritam went to
hotel and complained the hotel owner about the incident. As Pritam and hotel
owner were friends, hotel owner took the matter seriously. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Patel was called. Patel told that he delivered the food
as and when he got the parcel. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Hotel manager was called. Hotel manager told that order
contained order of milkshakes and those milkshakes requires a special cream;
when we went to the shop, the shop keeper took lot of time hence order took
time.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Hotel owner turned his face towards Pritam because Pritam
was their supplier for milk and other milk products including that cream which
was required for those milk shakes. It was now Pritam’s time to call his
people. Pritam called the shopkeeper who manages the shop. Shop keeper told
that the key of refrigerator in which cream was not kept on its place.
Shopkeeper, further, said that tried to talk to Pritam about the keys but
Pritam was not answering the call. Shopkeeper somehow found the key and gave
cream.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Pritam didn’t took time realize his mistake and to say
sorry. Patel also realized his mistake. Patel purchased some toys for his son
Raju to rectify the mistake of day of Diwali.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Like this every story of life has its happy ending.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Few lines for this : <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Anger is not a plant <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Which should to be watered,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Its weed – something unwanted, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Which need to be cut as by slaughter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Anger is danger’s mother and problem’s daughter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">It can bring differences and can make relations live
shorter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Remove this from your life and live life as someone who
is smarter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</div>Mohit Udhwanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911467140103409076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995472528560853313.post-20383011814787906522011-12-18T11:22:00.000+05:302011-12-28T16:46:37.109+05:30The English Well<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">30<sup>th</sup> September
evening, when you are left with few hours to file a return of under-audit
client. And you are confused on a taxability of particular income. And then
your boss looks at your confused face and calls you. You ,suddenly, come out of
lost world of Income tax and look at your boss. He ask you “All is well” . You
again turn your face to income tax for a second then turn face to the
computation of client and say “all <u>IN</u> well” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Thinking of well, as a
structure, what comes to your mind is something ‘black’, ‘round’, ‘deep’ - like
some ‘creepy’ thing. In fact, many movies have used ‘well’ as something to
scare the audience, let it be ‘Kaal’ or ‘Murder2’ or you can also take some of
ramsay movies.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Now, think of well as a
feeling, “All is well”, “I m well now”, “Well done”, “Study well”. All goodie-goodie
words with goodie-goodie feelings. It is used to motivate people. It shows love
and care. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> English is funny language. When, in English language,
‘well’ as a structure is ,most of the time, creepy then why in the same English
language it is used for good wishes and good feelings. In my life also, when my
parents or my close friends wish me “study well” then I reply them “don’t worry,
I will study the oceans, don’t leave things in option”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Something came in my weird
mind and I thought to share with you. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
</div>Mohit Udhwanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911467140103409076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995472528560853313.post-84657825469899264082011-11-21T19:41:00.001+05:302011-12-28T16:53:56.531+05:30Perception<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A dog thinks : Hey, these people, I live with them, they feed me, love me, provide me with a nice warm , dry house and take good care of me......... They must be God!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A cat thinks : Hey, these people I live with them, they feed me, love me, provide me with a nice warm , dry house and take good care of me............... I must be God!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: large;">This dog and cat, somewhere, defines two type of people living in this world.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Its purely a perception. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There should essence of goodness and respect in your perception. Otherwise, you will live with a character of “me-me-me” instead of “we-we-we”.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Give respect to earn respect.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Do good to get good.</span></div>
</div>Mohit Udhwanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911467140103409076noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995472528560853313.post-67662476093425453402011-11-09T14:24:00.001+05:302011-12-17T01:17:12.245+05:30Teaching Patients<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">On 28<sup>th</sup> January, 2011 FRIDAY</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">I reached at doctor's clinic at 9:15p.m. , I was waiting for doctor to call me to his cabin. But it was going to take time as there were few more patients before me. To pass out my time, I was looking around.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"> After few minutes, a small boy came in with his mom. Boy was looking joyous and was talking a lot. He was doing funny things. He was looking happy. His mom was sitting silently and was looking sleepy. It was easier to figure out who was the patient. Soon, some relative or friend of the lady came in. The relative then asked the lady - why she is here at doctor's clinic, everything alright? The lady’s reply made my guess go wrong. She said she is here for her son. She further said that her son is having high fever 101 degree.</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">My guess work that lady is ill went wrong. The boy was looking happy, probably because he did not know that he is ill. It made me realize that when we think that we are ill, we stop smiling, stop enjoying life, stop our routine. Negative thoughts control our mind. Only thinking that we are ill, makes us feel ill. Kuch log toh aise expression banate hai ki unko dekh ke apni b tabiyat kharab ho jaye. Yup, I understand that ya, sometime we are so much sick that we have no choice. But I suggest that, atleast, we should try to smile. Not for yourself, but for many smiles associated with us. There are many smiles associated with us say, close friends and family.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">(based on my story - "My Five-Star Dream")<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Dreams are not the one,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Which you see when you sleep.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Dreams are the one,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">For which you think, you believe and comes to your lip.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Dreams could be a Mercedes car,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Dreams could be a five star.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">No matter how tough it is,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">But it could never be far.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Its upon you,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">To dream for a good,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Its upon you,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">To dream for a bad.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Good will give you good,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Bad will make you bad.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Dreams creates passion,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Dreams creates aggression,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">But Dreams can create anger,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Which could be a big danger.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Never stretch your dreams<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Too much like a rubber,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Because it could make you look<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Your loved ones as badie gabbar.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Dreams are like the wishing well,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Fulfill the words whatever you tell,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Just put the coin of your efforts,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">It fulfills your demands with crackers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Dreams for your good,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Dreams for everyone’s good,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Surely it will make you feel good,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Surely it will make you live good.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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