My Crush on Two Teachers in School !!!

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        Its not a strange thing or something unusual if I'll say that I had crush on two of my female teachers in my school. Everyone of us liked or had crush on some or the other teachers while we were in school. I have noticed myself that when teachers used to teach in class, there were some boys who used to sit with all their eyes on the face of the teacher (At that age, mind aren't corrupt of little kids to see anything below the face ;-) ). I never noticed girls at that time because I thought then that girls are the creatures made by god who can never be impressed by boys but if I would have had the knowledge about the girls like I have today, I would have surely tried observing any so that I could have known that which girl is interested in boys. Now when I notice the girls of my class in college, I see many of them going mad about our professors which is strange. Why? Because we all are so handsome ourselves. Why are they interested in the mans who are 10 years elder to them. Girls are little fool. Not only girls, according to a new survey it is found that today's boys and men are not attracted towards Sweet 16 or Killing 17 but they are interested in Rough 30's and late 20's. Strange but True !!! 

            I had my first crush on my computer teacher in 4th std. Her name is Miss Rashmi Bane. She used to take our practicals. I loved the practicals mostly because we got to sit in the lab with Air conditioners. Air conditioners were a big thing then as it used to be very costly and only high-profile people could afford it. But when I saw my teacher, I was flat on her. She was the only teacher then who didn't used to wear sarees(She wore suits) and had girly skin - soft and attractive. Now, I didn't touched her then to confirm whether the skin is soft or not. Actually, when we see a beautiful girl or a beautiful lady, we project them as Komal and Naajukk. So this is why I stigmatized her skin as soft. She used to beat us a lot too. Students felt pain for a while but then used to be happy that the most beautiful teacher of our school touched our cheeks with her hand and used to smile. I don't know what madam used to feel to see students smiling on her beats and slaps but we enjoyed. When we used to do some mistakes while dragging mouse, she used to keep her hand on our hand and used to operate mouse and teach us. I am sure that every boy of my class like me didn't got what she taught while keeping her hand on our hand. Everyone used to cheer in their hearts that their dream got true to hold the hand of the madam. In that period, touching the hand of a girl used to be the biggest achievement. Not only I, but every boy of my class liked her. Rashmi mam, we really loved you a lot. Hope you loved us too. ;-)

           The second crush I had on my Maths teacher in 5th std. Her name is Miss Hirana Buch. She was so damn stylish. Stylish doesn't mean that she used to come in jeans, sleeveless tops and high heels (I dreamed her to come in that way but in vain). She was stylish in the way of her attitude and style of conduct. She used to keep tip topping her pen's cap which I used to see very keenly and innocently. In that period, only actresses were to be seen with long nails but our madam was no less than any actress. She had long nails and I used to only see them while she used to hold chalk with her long and beautiful fingers or red pen while checking my book. I really loved Hirana mam. I was her favorite student too. This is the only thing which kept a hope within me that she was all mine. ;-) She was also fair in complexion. I liked her nose which wasn't pointed but it was pichka huaa (didn't got english word for this). Her lips were also little flat and I liked her lips which seemed to be inward. I liked her hairs too as they were cut till her shoulders while other teachers had chotis and all. I really kept thinking about Hirana mam everytime whenever she used to be near somewhere. Always when the bell would ring and the school would end, I used to pray to God that please give a glance of her once so that I can move home with her face stuck in my mind. Uff !!! How much I loved you mam but you never understood (haha) or may be you did but you didn't wanted to give this lover a break for the love affair (Haha).

            These were the only two teachers I had crush on. I had crush on one teacher here in my college too but I had a girlfriend at that time so I would not describe anything about her otherwise any girl who would be looking me today will say that I look other women while having an affair with a girl already. ;-) I have already asked permission to both my teachers about writing a blog of crush on them so whoever thought of driving a new controversy on my blog can take your seats back. I am so lucky that both my teachers are still unmarried and still I hope for something. Haha. Just kidding. But one of them is booked for marriage now so The End of Unsaid Love with her. ;-) I am also lucky that both these teachers are in contact with me personally which is something next to impossible. I still remember the day when I got an orkut invitation from Hirana mam. I was so surprised and happy. I would like to thank both my teachers for giving me some delightful moments in my childhood with their beauty. ;-) I hope madams that you liked my blog and my love I had with you and truly speaking, little of it survives today too. Haha.

             Thanks a lot for giving me permission to write this blog. 

ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU 

Teachers - I Miss Them A Lot !!!

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Happy Teacher's Day !!!

        In my last blog , I have tried to give an overview of teachers about how they can be criminals and rapists sometimes. I really hate these teachers. Now, the post is changed and so is the flavor. Its Teacher's Day today and hence i would like to name some of the teachers I liked throughout my academic career. I have not been a good student but still I had some favorite teachers whom i really liked and waited for their lectures and periods. 

             My first teacher of life was Dalaya mam. She used to teach me when I was in Sr. Kg and 1st std. I remember her stringency and I really liked her as she was the perfect teacher I have seen up till today. Then as I moved in another branch of my school itself, i found many new teachers, from them, I liked Rashmi mam who was our computer teacher then. I am doing BCA today. Hence, in future whenever I will count the teachers who have taught me computer and its concept, Rashmi mam's name will always come at first. After her, I liked Tehseen mam who taught us for a short time but I really liked her way of interacting with us. She used to teach me Maths and I was her favorite student in the class in spite of not being a scholar and a topper. After she left, Hirana mam continued with the subject and she is my favourite teacher of all time. I can't measure the love and attachment I have with her. I will talk more about her in my next blog. 

            After my 5th std, I moved to secondary branch of my school and got some new teachers here. I liked Sen madam. She was so interactive and so frank. I got such a teacher for the first time in my life who used to talk about our hobbies and our likings. I remember you still mam. After her, I liked Kulkarni madam who taught us Geography. She was really something unbelievable then. She used to teach us in the way our college teachers teach us now. At that time we didn't knew that teachers can teach so stylishly because in school teachers aren't so frank while teaching. Her conduct was really effective which made us understand the concepts very easily. Then I moved to 9th std and I liked Dias Sir - Our principal a lot. He used to teach us Maths and he really made us amicable with the subject. Being a principal he could have acted very strictly while the period but he always asked us about the answers and our views which made concepts clear. 

             One teacher who almost showed us what real strictness and stringency is Fernandes Sir. I can never forget him all my life. He was our English teacher. As you all know that how much I love writing and blogging, English was my favorite subject and still is. He used to teach us English in such a way that we felt in his period that English is our mother tongue. He really made us proud to be his student. Many teachers who were getting newly employed in our school were his students who turned into a good teacher themselves. I respect him a lot even today. I remember his style and his smile too. The smile which showed the power he had in him. I miss you Sir and even your teaching style.

            Now, I am in Bharati Vidyapeeth. I have always liked my class teacher- Zaheer Sir. He is everyone's favorite leaving some crap children in our class. He has always shown us the real face of today's world and where Computer languages play their role. He is the real face of how a professor should be like. I also remember Taruna mam and Divya mam. Both of them were brilliant teacher with lots of knowledge and dedication towards teaching. I also remember Snehal's mam period where she used to make us feel blessed with her comments. I would specially like to mention the teachers I have right now who are teaching me. Zaheer Sir is still rocking with C++ Language. He is a good programmer. Sonia mam who teaches us Human Resource Management. She is very powerful in her subject. She is very friendly with us and we love her lectures. Shinde Sir who teaches us accounts. His lecture is the only lecture where time passes easily. Gokhila mam who helps us know about how sharp a teacher's eye and ears are. She catches us every time we do some mischief. She is the only teacher who have hurled me out of the class in my college life. Sheetal mam who had been little polemic recently but she is very kind to us. 

            I would like to thank al the teachers who have taught me all my life and made me whatever big or small I am today. I would specially like to thank Hirana mam and Rashmi mam for being in contact with me in spite of so much time gap. Next blog is upon you my dear madams. 

   Thanks.

ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU 

Teachers Are Rapists and Criminals !!!

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        It is Teacher's Day today. In India, we celebrate the Teacher's day on 5th September. Many of you may not be knowing that Teacher's Day is celebrated in many more countries but not on 5th September. They celebrate it according to their belief and strategy. In India we believe it this way - It is the birthday [5 September 1888 ],of the second President of India, academic philosopher Dr. Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan. It is considered a "celebration" day, where teachers and students report to school as usual but the usual activities and classes are replaced by activities of celebration, thanks and remembrance. At some schools on this day, the responsibility of teaching is taken up by the senior students to show appreciation for their teachers.

             I wanted to be the teacher for a day when I came into 10th std in my school but I wasn't given the priority among so many scholars already present in my class. I was so jealous of the classmates who were appointed as teachers on that day. I promised that day to the God that I'll turn a teacher in real life and show this morons that See, I have the ability to be teacher in real and not in fancy way as you all are here doing drama and act. Hahaha!!! But as the time passed, I came to know that this job is not so easy. I, as a student know that what I do with teachers when I sit on the last bench with some nasty classmates. So, I don't want myself to be the victim of student's mischief.

             Teachers are said to be the party which imparts the knowledge and preach the student in the right way. They teach them and show the correct way in life where they have to lead their future to. Its a responsible job and it is not easy to set the young and unfledged brains to a target and focus. A brain is very immature and it needs a lot of guidance to get a thing and know its importance and priorities in life. A teacher makes it possible and hence they are respected a lot. In our Hindu mythology, it is said that if the question comes to select any one - God or Teacher, whom should be selected? The answer should be Teacher as if teacher would not have been there, a child can never know the path and way to reach the God. Wow!!! Amazing!!! It is real that many-a-times Teachers show us path and way when we are stuck in our course and personal life. 

             But some teachers have changed the meaning of the teacher. Recently, I have heard many news which shows how are the teachers changed with the time and generation. I have read the news where a teacher made a boy so helpless that he committed suicide. In another news, I heard about a principal and a teacher punishing a boy to run rounds of college's playground which exhausted the boy and he was announced dead after he reached hospital. What a fucking job by new age teachers !!! Everyday I read newspapers, at least twice or thrice I read in a month about the case where a teacher raped or molested a student. It is so sad to hear that parents send their children to school so that the teacher will pass on the knowledge and wit to the students but in return they get a devil facet of the teacher. I hope teachers maintain their respect and faith in the society otherwise there will be a day when there will be cameras in the classroom not to check students but to keep an eye on the activity of a teacher. I hope this day never comes in this world. 

            I have nothing to say more. I can just pray to God that the teachers maintain the troth we the society have on them. 

       Thanks.

ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU   

Sachin's Father vs My Father !!!

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       Hello friends !!! I am little sorry to be away from my blogs. I keep intimating on my Twitter account about my absence. Some readers said that as they have habit to see my new posts daily on my blog, they feel cheated and bluffed when they see no new post for a day. Wow. I am happy to hear this that there are some people who wait for my blogs. Haha. My main purpose to join twitter was just because I wanted my readers to know about what is going in my personal life when they don't get my blogs to read. I know that I am not that big writer or any celebrity that people would be dying in any corner of the world to read my words and hear from my side but still I want to act like them. If I don't have the status to sit in Taj hotel daily that doesn't means that I can't save the money and have a cup of tea there. Right naa? So same here. If my book isn't publishing that doesn't means that I can not live a life of a writer. Bhavnaao ko samjho !!!

           Sachin Tendulkar - the greatest player ever on the Earth (Sorry Sir Don Bradman) has been honored with the title of Group Captain by IAF. He is the first cricketer to be awarded with this title. One more record in the name of Master Blaster. I am so proud of this man that I want him to share a word once with me. It will motivate me in such a way that I am sure ki I'll turn into one of the biggest celebrity and achiever of this country. I just need an interaction with him. Sachin Sir, are you listening to my quest? I love you more than your wife does to you !!! ;-) Not gay waala love, its about Respect waala love. Today, while press conference Sachin said that whatever he is today, it is all because of his father that he never stopped him or pulled him back from his passion and thus it made him comfortable to play cricket in his young age and hence he has achieved so much. In the evening, I was arguing with my father the same that in spite of being a professor, Sachin's father never told him to study and not play cricket, why do you pull me back from writing?

           This debate is very obnoxious from my father's perception because he can't bow in front of me and say that Go my son, I have full confidence on you that you will be the bestseller author of our nation in few years. This is where my point of view takes a firm position. I am confident that I'll be successful in publishing my novel. I know there are many hurdles in the path but I am ready to surpass them. But when it comes to my father's belief on me, he thinks that I am dreaming of touching sky and flying like plane above the earth. I keep telling him that every author would have dreamed once of publishing his story and hence they are an author today but he has a fear that his child will end up his passion, career, living if he fails in publishing his story. From the father's view, Yes, He is absolutely right. I am with him. But even Sachin's father was a father. When he can believe on his son who was so thin and so small height ed that no one could have believed that his small legs would run so fast and make the highest runs by any cricketer ever, why can't my father trust me whose son knows English and knows how to write and what to write. 

           I need a firm and positive support from my father. He knows that I write well but he doubts my speed and skill when it comes to competition with the world. Hope I'll prove him wrong and win the competition of this field in near future and make him proud of his son that he had the skills and thus his son always had abilities to be a writer. Path is hard but I have Sachin's poster in my bedroom which keeps me aware of my dream and how much hard work has to be put in to achieve it.

          Friends, plz pray for me..

Thanks.

ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU

Janmashtami - Lord Krishna's Birth !!!

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       Today, I didn't went to the college because of the dull body and its slow movements. I went for the checkup and had blood test. Typhoid with low haemoglobin is detected. I am worried now. I don't want to be sick as of now because I hate lying on bed and staring my ceiling and thinking of when will I'll be able to walk and perform again. I hate this inactive days and hence I don't want to be the victim of this disease. I have started taking precaution. Doctor said not to drink impure water and he said not to eat anything from outside. Hope I'll follow the doctor's word. From last 3 weeks, I have consumed more than 150 tablets. All the taste of my mouth has disappeared somewhere and it will take time to return back. I am just hating the druggy taste which has stuck in my mouth and because of which I can't taste anything I eat and drink. Today, in one on my tweet, I published about my blood report and I received 15 SMSes of wishes to recover from the illness. I am so touched with the care my friends have showed towards me. Thank you friends. Hope I'll recover soon.

            As I said yesterday in my blog that September is the month of Festivals and Celebrations. It starts from tomorrow itself. Tomorrow, we have Janmashtami. Krishna Janmashtami-  कृष्ण जन्माष्टमी) , also known as "Krishnashtami","Saatam Aatham" ,"Gokulashtami", "Ashtami Rohini", "Srikrishna Jayanti", "Sree Jayanthi" or sometimes merely as "Janmashtami", is a Hindu festival celebrating the birth of Lord Krishna, an avatar of the Hindu deity Vishnu.
 
            Krishna Janmashtami is observed on the Ashtami tithi, the eighth day of the dark half or 
 Krishna Paksha of the month of Shraavana in the Hindu calendar, when the Rohini Nakshatra is ascendant. The festival always falls within mid-August to mid-September in the Gregorian calendar. In 2009, for example, the festival was celebrated on the 14th of August, while in 2010, the festival will be celebrated on 2 September.
 
            Rasa lila or dramatic enactments of the life of Krishna are a special feature in regions of Mathura and Vrindavan, and regions following Vaishnavism in Manipur. While the Rasa Lila recreates the flirtatious aspects of Krishna's youthful days, Govinda Pathaks or Dahi Handi celebrate the God's playful and mischievous side, where teams of young men form human pyramids to reach a high-hanging pot of butter and break it.

Its me

            In Maharashtra, Janmashtami is actually known as Dahi Handi where young boys form pyramid to reach a pot hung above consisting of curd. The topmost boy breaks it with coconut and thus the Dahi falls on all the young boys trying to reach it. This shows the power of unity and its effective effect. I remember once I was also in the team of my colony's pyramid. We broke the handi in front of everyone and I got Rs. 250 as prasad from our colony. That was my first earning. So Janmashtami is very close to me. I have also participated in my school and I was dresses as Lord Krishna. You can see the picture in the adjacent pic. 

          I remember that when I was in my colony, there used to be bhajans and kirtans all night. Our mothers used to sing bhajans in the mandir while all of us used to play in the colony campus in the late nights till the time the function didn't used to get over. Festivals has its deep meaning and deep connection with our lives. We just have to take these festivals heartily and join different people who celebrate it. Now-a-days, even Muslims and Christians boys too join their shoulders for forming the pyramid on the Dahi Handi's eve. It is really an enhancing news for our country. Hope this festival will bring back the unity of our country and its people.

 Thanks.

ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU

Report Card for August - 1600+ Visits !!!

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August's Progress

        

              Here, with this Blog, the month of August ends too. The 8th month of 2010 ends and from tomorrow the 9th month - September full of festivals and celebrations will start. I am damn excited about the month. As you all know that at every end of the month, I, as a Blogger, post my progress report of the month on my blog. So, here on 31st August I am back with my report card. August has not been quite easy for me if we talk about my blog and my personal life too. Many erratic activities kept on creeping in my life. I tried to manage many of them but still I got trapped into many. I have been sick all this month. I didn't wrote blogs for 5 to 6 days continuously from 13th to 17th of August something. This can be seen in the graph pasted above in this blog post. My father took many leaves this month and because of which he was at home with me. He insisted me to sleep on time and therefore I was unable to post a blog daily. I apologize to you for this.

            However, day before yesterday, I posted 3 blogs and thus maintained somewhat the average of my blog. I posted 2 blogs yesterday too. Many readers would have felt this as an overdose but I hope that all of you would remember the week when I didn't wrote a single post on my blog. So when there is drought on my blog, there can be a flood too. Right? So you can count these last two days as an overdose on my blog. However, I have posted 29 posts in 31 days in this month which is almost near to my target. Missed by 2 !!!

          This month, I have posted many precious blogs if talking about my perceptions on them. I have written about many of my friends including Ganesh bhai, Rohit, Suresh, Raman, Rahul bhai, Swapnil and our very own Pratik who is no more with us. I also wrote two autobiographies this month- One about the Leh's victim and one about the father whose son committed suicide and lost his life. I got a huge appreciation for both the blogs. My friend and member of this blog too - Salman contributed two blog posts this month. One as a condolence to our friend Pratik and second as the monthly article which states a story about a boy. My senior - Rishab Dahiya too contributed a beautiful post on my blog. Author Azhan Ahsan commented on one of my blog this month and thus made me proud of being a writer and being associated with this field of talent. I also wrote about festivals in this month - Raksha bandhan, Ramzaan, Onam and MJ's birth anniversary. Thanks to my fingers who type all this. I love them.

            As we can see in the graph above that my blog didn't got much click in the middle of this month but still it was enough as there was not much posts posted in that period of time. The last week on my blog has been marvelous. I got more than 100 clicks a day. I have also received a lot of comments this month on my blog and I am so happy about it. On 28th, I received 131 clicks, On 25th - 120 clicks, on 29th - 102 clicks. I am quite happy about these numbers as it motivates me a lot to write. So in all I have received some 1600+ visits on my blog this month. I am so happy about this. It is better than the last month's stat. America and Australia are the two countries where my blogs are read the most after India. I am so happy for this. I never expected that these whites will ever read my blog. Haha.

          I am not saying much in this post as I am sick and these tablets have kept me sitting from last 30 minutes which is making it possible for me to interact with all of you. Next month is going to be special for my blog as I will be completing 200 posts of 2010 and 300 blog posts of my blogging career. I will try to write more versatile blogs next month. Friends, please pray for my good health and body.

   Thanks.

Your's Blogger,

ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU 

Is Cricket Real or Fixed ?

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Biggest Criminals of Cricket !!!

        Recently we all heard about the match fixing initiated by Pakistan's cricket team players. It was a shocking and shameful news. The players - Salman Butt , Mohammad Asif, Mohammad Amir and Kamran Akmal are accused for rioting the gentleman's game - Cricket. Everyone is in anger and are in immense rage on these players as they have tried to earn money by fooling people of the world. Match-fixing has not been a new case to hear about and talk about but still people believe their cricketers as they are the one who plays for the country and keep us curious about how our country is going to perform in the next match. The man who was involved with them in the fixing is Mazeed. He claims that all the matches from last 1.5 years has been fixed with the Pakistani players. The ex-girlfriend of Asif has also claimed that last year when she was praying for the team's success, Asif told her not to pray as all the matches are fixed for next 2 years and hence no praying will change the fate of the team's win or lose.

            This is not a new story for the Pakistani team. They are already charged of match-fixing in the past in 1998, 1999: In the World Cup, Pakistan lost a league match to Bangladesh, leading to allegations of fixing from various quarters, 2007: In the World Cup, Pakistan lose to Ireland. Their coach Bob Woolmer is found dead in his hotel room and the allegations of fixing fly thick and fast and it happened once in 2010 too. So, its not a new story in the Pakistan cricket team to fix the matches and earn the money. The PM of Pakistan says that their heads are hung in shame. The PCB says that they are going to suspend all the players for the lifetime if they are found corrupt and false. Hearing all this allegations and accusations, we Indians can feel proud of the decision of not letting these Pakistani players play in our IPL Tournament this year. Already Lalit Modi is caught in so many cases where he is accused as fraud, these people would have surely made him more fraud than he is today. 

              Some of the tweets on the Twitter from Pakistanis opine the angers as follows :

@KamranAbbasi: In the middle of the flood crisis and Ramadan, what a way to behave. An utter humiliation for Pakistan cricket on and off the field.

@cpyala: Question for Aalim(religious scholar) Online: Does the money donated by Pak cricketers for flood relief become haraam?

@karachikhatmal: in 99 you broke my heart but I was 16,and i learnt to love you again. i fear i am too old to love you again. why #pakcricket?

@Faraz: We are morally corrupt people disguised in the veil of religion. We just like to point out fingers at others. We are hypocrites.

              All the former Pakistan's captains are also fuming on these cricketers and are feeling ashamed of the act done by these cricketers intentionally. Previously, there have been many players on and off Pakistan's team who are been linked up with fixings like Shane Warne , Mark Waugh, Mohd. Azharuddin, Hansie Cronje, Salim Malik, Marlon Samuels, Chris Lewis, Ajay Jadeja etc.

             After this case, we can expect justice from ICC and PCB. Hope they sound veracious and take a stringent action on these players. We love cricket and we don't want our temple to be filled with such indecent peoples. Many people in this world term Sachin Tendulkar as GOD and if these cricketers will be caught in such a way for fixing the matches, earning money and breaking the pride of their country, how can we trust ourselves and the sports we are passionate for? Let's hope for the right punishment and judgment. 

        Thanks.

ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU 

Bachchan, Blog Aur Badtamizi !!!

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Troll

        Yesterday it was Sunday and I was watching the news channels and thus was trying to browse what exactly is media going crazy for. I heard about Mr. Bachchan complaining to police about a guy posting abuses on his blogs from last many months. It was very shocking for me to hear this as I know it quite undoubtedly that Amitabh Bachchan has a whole team which keeps reading the comments on his blog and moderate everyone of them and deleting the one which contains abuses. Even after this if Amitabh Bachchan comes to know about a guy who is posting abuses and foul words really means that his target would have been very focused and thus it made such a big spot on Amitabh's wall which made him ask police to solve it. Amitabh Bachchan lodged a complain judicially and just after that media started calling police station and kept confirming the news whether Amitabh Bachchan has really lodged any complain or its just a rumor but Yes, Amitabh Bachchan lodged a complain. 

            Amitabh Bachchan, in his today's blog described that he can be a gentlemen up to a level and if it crosses and confinement is not put on in the words and approach towards him and his family, he is not going to be a gentleman after that. Wow !!! When a star like Amitabh Bachchan takes an action against such idiots, it really means that how these kinds of people can trouble a human being. 3 weeks ago, I read an article in Hindustan Time's Brunch magazine which comes with it every Sunday. It consisted of an article about TROLLS. Trolls are the online users who post criticisms on blogs and articles on internet in foul languages with an anonymous identity. Their main objective is just to trouble and turn off the bloggers who are interested in writing and sharing. Even if they are OK with the content and their views are similar, they post a foul criticism in their style and thus create a trouble for the blogger. 

             It had happened a lot of time with many celebrities. Abhishek Bachchan and Karan Johar are the members of film industry who are often abused on their twitter accounts. Sonu Nigam was abused so much that he left tweeting. Same happened with Imran Khan. I, myself, read many tweeples on twitter who abuse the celebrities with an anonymous identity.

            I have myself experienced the ill-effects of trolls on my blog. Once, there was a time when posting a comment on my blog was open for every reader who visits my blog and read them. But one day, I was shocked with a comment on one of my blog where a guy named Max(Fake name used by the troll) abused me and said that I had no capability of writing a blog. I deleted his comment as his post contained many bad words. The next day he abused me again and said that he will keep commenting on my blog in the same language till the time he will not get a blog of his type. I thought a lot about his words but then I came to a last decision and I deleted his comments again. I thought to serve my readers who are open with me and are ready to criticize me on my face itself rather than using such a medium to comment where I can't know who the person is. I ignored him and thus I decided that from now onwards I will start moderation for my comment's section. After that, whosoever comments on my blog doesn't gets published on my blog directly. I read it first and then I accept it to make it visible on the Internet so that others can read his or her comments too.

              I just want to request all the Trolls that if you have some values and real perceptions, try to come out with your points with your identity. We, the blogger and the celebrities are ready to accept your point of view with our heart and soul. But if you are going to act in the same manner as you did with Mr. Bachchan and also with me, we are going to ignore you and if you grow more shameless and break the confined lines made for you, we are going to complain against you and thus, sue you. Hope you understand. 

    Thanks.

ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU 

SALMAN JANJIRKAR SPEAKS (Member's Post) !!!

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Salman Janjirkar

        So, I hope all of you remember the first article by SALMAN JANJIRKAR which was posted on my blog last month on 21st July. It shocked everyone and it made us think about our country a lot and it made us change our attitude towards life and people. Salman had recently written a condolence for our friend - Pratik who left us last week on my blog. After both these posts, I asked Salman to write something different which the readers of ARB would not have expected from him. He told me that he will write a fiction story by taking some parts of his real life too. I was excited to know about this. I asked him to send it as soon as possible to me. He sent it and I just loved the first chapter of his fictional work. Today, I am publishing the first part of his Fictional story. Second part will be published in the next month as Salman writes for ARB on the monthly basis. 

  
FOREWORD BY SALMAN : 

              So here I am; once again, back to fulfill my promise of a monthly article for my close friend Veeru...

              I thank each and everyone of you for your wonderful and encouraging comments… so coming back to the nature of the article—something different... hmmm, I thought what can I write about which is completely realistic yet different from my previous article and just then inspiration struck and my mind went into recap mode----AATH SAAL PEHLE!! 8 years back from now I remembered a story, a true story yet stranger than fiction... a story of a boy whose life drastically changed and transformed by a single encounter… and this is what I am going to tell you about.

THE THUNDERBOLT STRIKES (Part 1) !!!

         I remember the 1st  day he walked into J.M.Rathi English School Roha.. He was a little shy, a little smug... there was a sense of superiority around him yet what people failed to notice was that there was also a feeling of being isolated, cornered.. Going into a new school, a new area wasn’t an easy task… one needs to attune himself to the mind frequency of others around him...

             This kid when he walked in the class barely thought that this place might be given an immortal stand in his story; it might bring about a miraculous change in the happenings of people around him... but the kid ignorant of all this walked on. Luckily for him he had a distant cousin of his in the same grade and so he went by to sit beside him... but just before that his eyes flicked towards a face, a face that was to change the course of his life…

            The kid shy by nature, not used to be a an object of public interest, shied down and delved deeper inside himself from the continuous stares of his fellow classmates... some were curious, some were patronizing and some plain evil... they thought of him as an object to play with, as an object to make fun of.. But what they didn’t realize was that behind this calm demeanor was a devil lurking, waiting, and biding his time to be released……. And release him they did! And then they were shocked at the sudden transformation from a plain gentle Jekyll to an angry and disturbed Mr. Hyde …

            All the teasing and pushing and tugging at the kid drew him nuts… he tried to find a solution to end the periods of insults... he tried cajoling some of the so called ‘tough kids’ but of no avail.. He thought the best way to deal with it was to silently endure the insults…… however the kids took his silence and his complete submission to their antics as his weakness and increased the intensity of their teasing practices…. The boy just used to sit tight and try to calm himself down, he almost calmed down the storm of fury brewing inside him just by the sheer force of his willpower but sadly and unfortunately that wasn’t enough.. his barriers of patience were broken one day…and all hell broke loose… the silent kid, turned into a violent one, the kid who used to speak in whispers hurled abuses that could be heard 10 paces away…this sudden transformation caught everyone unaware and unprepared…

             But then there were also a few students who pitied him, who tried to comfort and console him, who tried to help him and finally they succeeded to calm down the storm...truly there aint no storm that cant be tread by the strongest of all ships—“FRIENDSHIP”. He became calm again, he started to realize a change in himself, he started to be more outgoing and friendlier... slowly the other kids also realized their fault and tried to mend the bridges between themselves and the kid and slowly became friends with him, although they knew better to test his patience with foolish and personal jabs…

             Then as days passed and things began to return to normal the kid recalled his 1st day... he remembered the only face he noticed amongst the crowd and realized that he had never stopped to think about his reaction on seeing the face which haunted him in his dreams, which kept flashing before his eyes every now and then.. That’s the extent to which he was determined to end his misery... suddenly he felt a sense of loneliness… he felt hollow from inside, like some integral part of his soul was missing.. He thought hard about why he felt so but to no avail...searching for an answer to this question he suddenly turned and found the same face looking at him…

             The same face that he had noticed amongst the crowds looked different now.... it wasn’t as disinterested as it was on the 1st day it was a bit sorrowful, a bit understanding …  suddenly their eyes met.. they held their sights at each other for just a few seconds but it felt like eternity to the kid and suddenly out of nowhere the face lit up into a bright smile, a dazzling smile; you could have called it a true ‘Million Dollar Smile’ and the kid felt like an electric pulse had raced through his body, like he had been rejuvenated again in his life, like it gave him a new purpose for living… this particular smile just shook his entire being, his presence in this universe.. That moment he refuted the Heliocentric Theory Of the universe and believed that his universe, his own private universe revolved around this particular face, this angelic face, this face which captivated him in such a strange manner that exulted him just at a sight of it…

             This particular face, the face he realized, of a girl whom he would love for ever and ever and ever and even after that……… then Metamorphically He was struck by the thunderbolt as goes the Italian Saying an this was when he realized….

THAT HE WAS IN LOVE!!!!

The Legend Continues….


Member of ARB - SALMAN JANJIRKAR
  

Michael Jackson - MJ's 52nd Birth Anniversary !!!

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MJ- The KING of POP !!!

        Last year, a news shocked the whole world. It is rarely possible in this selfish and materialistic world that a news can dither the whole world at a time. This can be made possible only by some big persona and big achievers. Last year on 25th June, the King of Pop - Michael Joseph Jackson lost his life at the age of 50. This broke the heart of many pop lovers. Michael Jackson is popular all over the world and everyone knows him. He was bit controversial and polemic too but he was also known for his good deeds and helpful nature. I remember once he came to India and it made a big news all over the world. People used to jump off terraces just to have a jhalak of Michael Jackson. He is shortly known as MJ. Today, we are celebrating the King of Pop - MJ's 52nd birth anniversary. 

           Michael Jackson was born on 29th August,1958. He was an American recording artist, entertainer and philanthropist. MJ is referred as the most successful entertainer of the world by Guinness World Records. He began his solo career from 1971. He was also voted as the No.1 Global Music Icon by music fans in an international poll. Jackson's 1982 album Thriller is the best-selling album of all time. His other records, including Off the Wall (1979), Bad (1987), Dangerous (1991) and HIStory (1995), also rank among the world's best-selling. Jackson is one of the few artists to have been inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame twice.

             His other achievements include multiple Guinness World Records, 13 Grammy Awards , 26 American Music Awards, 13 number-one singles in the United States in his solo career and the estimated sale of over 800 million records worldwide. Jackson won hundreds of awards, which have made him the most-awarded recording artist in the history of music. He was also a notable humanitarian and philanthropist, donating and raising hundreds of millions of dollars for beneficial causes and supporting more than 39 charities.

             According to Wikipedia-  Aspects of Jackson's personal life, including his changing appearance, personal relationships and behavior, have generated controversy. In 1993, he was accused of child sexual abuse, but the case was settled out of court and no formal charges were brought. In 2005, he was tried and acquitted of further sexual abuse allegations and several other charges after the jury ruled him not guilty on all counts. While preparing for his concert series This Is It, Jackson died on June 25, 2009, after suffering from cardiac arrest. Before his death, Jackson had reportedly been administered drugs such as propofol and lorazepam. The Los Angeles County Coroner declared his death a homicide, and his personal physician pleaded not guilty to charges of involuntary manslaughter. Jackson's death triggered a global outpouring of grief, and as many as one billion people around the world reportedly watched his public memorial service on live television. In March 2010, Sony Music Entertainment signed a US$250 million deal with Jackson's estate to retain distribution rights to his recordings until 2017, and to release seven posthumous albums over the decade following his death.

            Through my Blog, I would like to wish MJ a VERY VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY from me and my readers. We are missing you and your art forms.

 Thanks.

ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU 

Lovers Should Be Ignored !!!

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I hate Lovers

        Yesterday I had a chat with my friend and he asked me why do I hate him love his girl. This has always been my problem or specialty that if I consider someone as my best friend or good friend, I want him to be away from running behind girls madly. The day I see that my friend got a girlfriend and he is almost busy with her every hour of a day, I try to part my ways from him. It had already happened with me with one of my friend of Nashik. He was a good and sincere boy but when he formed a good friendship with a girl he kept messaging and texting her, talking to her on mobile and just kept running behind her. He used to walk with me but when he used to get in reply from her that she is standing at Bus stand, he used to ask me to leave and used to run behind her so that he can go in the same bus with her. It was quite snubbing for me. I can't bear so much insolent. Same is happening now-a-days with one of my childhood friend. He is a good friend and he will always remain but he got committed with someone and now he has no sense about with whom he is, who is around him and what's the time. He only knows one thing that when and how to talk to his girlfriend. He does the same thing even when I am sitting alone with him and I want to talk something important with him. He don't care because he cares about something else.

              What I feel about lovers is that they loose their senses when they get an opposite sex amicable with them. They don't even think that they have some respect or they should keep their respect in front of their friends and classmates. I remember a time when I used to do useless craps and everyone used to smile and laugh at me whenever they saw me walking on streets or returning from tuition. I owed to myself that time ki the day I will leave this place, I'll never repeat such stuffs in front of my new friends and I did the same. I never did any foolish activities amongst my new friends. Now, even I respect my self and I know that if I am walking with a straight head in the campus or college no one is going to laugh at me and no one is going to comment something insolent so that I'll have to hide my face and control my emotions. This is what I want this lovers to be like.

           These lovers keep talking on the mobile phone with their girlfriends for hours and hours incessantly. Sometimes they hide themselves inside the bedsheets and talk, sometimes they are openly in garden, sometimes on streets and whatever place they get to talk. They think themselves as very smart and genius and think that the elders and uncle-aunty knows nothing. They are fool. Everyone when sees a young boy or a girl talking on mobile phone for hours and hours understands that they are engaged with someone and playing with their life. After this, that uncle and aunty stops respecting you even if you are scholar in studies. Same happens with their friends, when they see that their friend is ignoring them and giving importance to a girl more than them, they stop showing every type of concerns for that guy. But they get so blind in love or infatuation that they are unable to feel the isolation they face.

            What I want to tell these kind of lovers is that rather than making your partner happy with beautiful talks and numerous recharges , try to think something about yourself and your admirers who are expecting a lot from you. Rather than talking on phone and wasting your time, try to observe Sachin Tendulkar, Chetan Bhagat and other people who have achieved the success and fame in the society. Try to be one like them and achieve something. Not only that bloody girl but the whole society and whole nation will love you. The world is so competitive today. Why don't these lovers think about this? Why are they lost in their dreams about their gfs and their beauty? Why don't they think that life is not so easy to achieve dreams and fulfill them? Today, for every course we study or for every field we want to excel it, there are numbers of Indian in the field who are running with you and there are many who are ahead of you. Why do they don't plan about how to overtake everyone and be the winner. This age is to achieve the dream and not to waste time on love. You will get a wife after 7 to 10 years. Then love her till your last breathe but before it, now, study or gain which will accelerate your life's status and make you an inspiration from others. 

             This is all what I wanted to tell my friends those who are madly in love with their partners. Think about your life now and then think about the girls you want to have in your life. Hope you have brain to think upon this. 

        Thanks.

Your well wisher,
 ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU 

My Father Turned 50 Years Old !!!

            284th BLOG -->>

My Father in Italy

        Today, my dear father turned 50 years old. I wished him last night at 12.00 AM itself. I am so happy that my father completed his 50 years of life without any sickness and health problems. He had been fit all his ages and had always been active. He is very happy to celebrate his birthday today as he has completed his 50th year. This is really a big achievement because now and then we keep hearing about so many deaths and to survive from all of them and live so many years without much odds, it really means a lot. This birthday really means a lot for him. I can understand his feeling because last year when I completed my 20th birthday, I was so happy because I completed two decades of my life. It was just two decades and here it is 5 decades. Wonderful !!!

            Its still 10 years for him to work officially. He had achieved many dreams and fulfilled many of them in these 50 years but I think there are some still left to be accomplished. He will complete them too in these 10 years. And if not in these 10 years, then there are lot more years for him to complete them as he is going to live a long life. I know that. He is truly an Achiever. This can be observed by looking at me as I have been his biggest achievement. Hahaha. He is a Manager in one of the leading Iron and Steel company - JINDAL INDUSTRIES. He is the least qualified person among his 4 brothers but even after that he is sitting on the seat of the Manager which none of his brother is sitting at. He had also attended a training session in Italy and worked for three months in Saudi Arabia. It was his biggest dream to sit in a flight and go for an international tour. He accomplished his biggest dream last year when he got a chance from a company to visit Europe. None of his brother has ever visited any country. Not even Nepal. Hahaha :-)

            My father has always been friendly with me. Actually not always. He has been friendly to me after I entered my 12th std. After this he has been very amicable and very sharing with me. I have learned many things from him. Many a times I get motivated after watching him moving ahead in life. Sometimes, even he faces failures but it is the part of everyone's life. There is no person in this world who took his last breathe without any failures. I am proud of my father that he is still walking in spite of several failures and hurdles in his life. He is good at taking risk. This has lead him to understand what exactly job is and what exactly people in jobs are. He has worked in more than 15 industries till date and I am happy that he took so many chances in his life and experienced the life so well.

            He never fight with anyone. He had taught me the same and I have learned it quite easily. Watching him being cool and calm, even I try to handle the situations rather than fighting and making an issue of it. But, he is not even interested in playing politics so that he can take revenge with the people who are trying to cut his opportunities while I love playing politics and I am good at it too. The person who is my enemy bows in front of me soon because he or her knows that I am a bloody idiot who can dither their non-erratic life. I love when my father and mother are in a comedy argument. One thing I loved about my father right from my childhood was that he always understood when I used to hide something. He still understands when I am lying and when I am not. I am proud of him about how he handled me when I was facing psychological problems and I was sick. He handled me so well. This is the sign of a good father. 

            Today, on his 50th birthday, I would like to wish a lot for him but the first priority will go to his long and happy life. I want my father to play with my kids and teach them how to handle the situations. I would also wish a good health for my father. I have seen my grandfather struggling with his weak body and thus I don't want my father to be admitted in the hospital and count his last breathe. I want him to be active till his last breathe. Hope God listens to me. For now, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU DAD !!! and CONGRATS FOR YOUR 50th BIRTHDAY !!!

Your Son,
 ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU   

Facebook - Twitter - Orkut ??

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        So today while browsing the articles and versatile news in the newspaper, I found the best article on Page 1 itself. It said - Facebook overtakes Orkut in India and it has shown growth of 117%. Wow !!! When it comes to the race of social networking sites, everyone gets excited and starts brainstorming. Everyone has a choice and everyone has a view. Even I have my own perception. Last year, I read in the newspaper that Twitter is going to be a new craze on WWW. I laughed at that moment because I felt that what does twitter have that it may seem crazy among people. 140 characters of space which is also available with Orkut and Facebook, why will people come and sign in into twitter? What will they get to update specially on Twitter about what's happening with them? But I was wrong. Twitter is obviously a new craze now after the one year of the article I read.

             I remember the time when Orkut came into vibration among teenager's nerves and it caught everyone firmly. I remember how my friends and I used to sit for 5 to 7 hours daily on Orkut. The quest to increase our number of scraps, the quest of initiating a friendship request to a stranger girl, the quest of searching our first crush etc etc etc. Everything was heaven when it came to Orkut contemporary. But no one knew that the colors of Orkut will fade in few years. After Orkut came Facebook. Everyone felt Facebook quite tough and user-unfriendly in the start but later on when people came to knew the real strength of Facebook, people went gaga over it. The Status updates were the new charm this time. There was no scrapbook this time. This time the quest was to increase the number of comments on your status updates. This seemed to be very interesting. Everyone started thinking about what to update which may block the friend's eye and they will be forced to comment something on our words. Facebook also provided Applications which consisted of different quizzes, games and statistics. Farmville, Mafia Wars and other games are the best inventions by Facebook (but I hate them). 

             After the Facebook came Twitter. Twitter provided something innovative which no one thought may be so friendly and plaudit deserving. Facebook didn't went out of market but Twitter found it space in the market too and it flooded quickly amongst the teenagers and professionals too. Twitter provided 140 character space to update the status and tell the people about what's happening with them. This made people excited to tell people about their every minute's detail. Where they are, with whom they are, what are they doing, when are they going to tweet again etc etc etc. Twitter was so easy to handle that it bought almost all the celebrities on Twitter. Now they connect to their fans easily and can know directly about what do people think about them. Here, in the case of twitter, there was no approval for the person who wants to add you and read your updates and know about you. They changed the friend list into followers. Whoever loved the tweet of another person, just click on a follow button which makes the tweet of the person available on our home page. Wow !!!

             So, as I was saying about my perception, I can predict easily that Twitter is going to overcome Facebook very soon in India and world too. Facebook will be there in market but Twitter will conquer its area of loopy-ness. Let's wait and watch.

  Thanks.

ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU 

Salman's Condolence for Pratik :-(

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        After the news of Pratik's death , one of my classmate - Salman who is also the monthly author of my blog shared his words of condolence for the sweetest friend we had. 

SALMAN'S WORD FOR PRATIK ->>

Our Sweetest Friend - PRATIK AMBRE

     TODAY…… I WRITE FOR YOU ALL IN A SOUR  MOOD…

        TODAY… I WRITE TO YOU ALL WITH REGRET…

        TODAY I WRITE TO YOU ALL FILLED WITH SORROW…..

        BECAUSE TODAY I WRITE TO YOU ALL ABOUT A TRAGEDY…

        BECAUSE TODAY OUR DEAREST PRATIK AMBRE IS NO LONGER WITH US…
WHAT ARE SOME OF THE FEELINGS THAT ONE MIGHT FEEL WHEN A FRIEND PASSES AWAY. WHEN SOMEONE THAT IS SPECIAL TO US IS GONE IT CAN BE DIFFICULT TO CONTINUE LIVING LIFE. THINGS THAT WERE SPECIAL ONCE MAY SEEM POINTLESS WHEN YOU DON’T HAVE THAT SPECIAL PERSON TO SHARE IT WITH.ALL OF THE THINGS YOU DID TOGETHER ARE REMINDERS OF THE LOSS THAT YOU HAVE SUFFERED.DO YOURSELF A FAVOR  AND TAKE TIME TO MOURN YOUR LOSS.

THOSE OF YOU READING THIS WHO KNEW PRATIK, WHO WERE FORTUNATE ENOUGH AND PRIVILEGED TO KNOW HIM SHALL KNOW WHAT A GREAT FRIEND, A NOBLE PERSON HE WAS… TO THOSE WHO WERE UNFORTUNATE TO KNOW HIM—HE WAS MUCH MUCH MORE THAN THAT…….

HE HAD THIS CROOKED SMILE THAT USED TO EASE ALL PAIN OUT…. THE WAY HIS EYES SHONE WHILE TALKING WITH YOU, ONE WOULD FEEL THAT HE WAS THE MOST IMPORTANT PERSON AROUND IN THIS WORLD… HIS EASY GO AROUND MANNER CAN BE SIMPLY CALLED MAGNIFICENT ;) WHATEVER YOUR SORROW MAYBE, HOWEVER DEEP THE WOUNDS MAYBE HE JUST HAD HIS TRADEMARK SENTENCE FOR IT : “AISA HUA TERE SAATH??!!? BURA HUA YAAAR…. TO AB?.. AB BHAAD ME GAYA WO SAB CHAL JAAKE WADA PAAV KHAATE HAI!!! ;)” THIS IS WHAT HIS MOST STRIKING FEATURE WAS… TO TURN THE TEARS DUE TO A HUGE TRAGEDY TO LAUGHTER, DEEP LAUGHTER WITHIN SECONDS….

PERSONALLY HE WAS A GREAT FRIEND OF MINE, A HUGE SUPPORT WHEN I WAS ABANDONED BY EVERYONE EXCEPT ONE ANOTHER JAYESH AND THIS ‘PRATIK’… THEY WERE THE GUYS WHO KEPT ME SANE IN THE TIME OF MADNESS WHO SEEPED AWAY MY PAIN THROUGH LAUGHTER…

HE WAS A MAN OF A SIMPLE IDEOLOGY: SHOW AND EXPRESS EXACTLY WHAT YOU FEEL

I AND I AM SURE MANY OF US WHO WERE PRIVILEGED TO KNOW HIM, WILL AGREE WITH ME THAT HE WAS NEVER A PERSON WITH TWO MOUTHS… HE SAID WHAT HE BELIEVED AND HE BELIEVED WHAT HIS SAID…

GREAT DEDICATION TO HIS STUDIES, PASSION FOR HIS FAVORITE SPORT—VOLLEYBALL,RESPECT AND TOTAL DEVOTION OF HIS MOTHER AND TOTAL SUPPORT NO MATTER WHAT TO HIS FRIENDS ARE THE TRAITS WHICH MADE HIM STANDOUT IN THE CROWD……

HIS LIFE HAD BEEN A ROLLER-COASTER RIDE FOR AS FAR AS I CAN REMEMBER, IT WAS NEVER THE EASY WAY FOR HIM.. BETWEEN WHAT WAS EASY AND WHAT WAS RIGHT PRATIK ALWAYS SELECTED WHAT WAS RIGHT AND THAT SPEAKS A HELL LOTTA ABOUT HIS CHARACTER…..

WORDS DON’T COME OUT AS EASILY AS TEARS AND SORROW DO……

SO HERE I WILL STOP…. MY WORDS STOP. BUT MY GRIEF, IT CONTINUES… BECAUSE NOTHING CAN REPLACE WHAT WE ALL HAVE LOST…

AND WHAT WE HAVE LOST IS NOT JUST ANY PERSON, NOT JUST ANY FRIEND, NOT JUST ANY SON, NOT JUST ANY BROTHER…

BUT WHAT WE LOST IS A PIECE OF OUR SOUL….. A VERY DEAR AND PRECIOUS PIECE OF OUR SOUL WHICH CAN NEVER BE REPLACED…

THE VOID LEFT IN OUR HEARTS CANNOT BE FILLED… BUT LET US CHERISH HIM FOR THE GOOD HE HAD AND FOR THE GOOD HE DID…. AND FOR THE WONDERFUL FRIEND HE HAS BEEN..

TO HIS MOTHER I AM SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS AND THOUGH WORDS CAN’T HEAL THE PAIN I HOPE YOU CONSIDER US AS YOUR SONS AND DAUGHTERS AND THAT WE WILL ALWAYS BE THERE THE WHOLE LONG WAY…..

I THANK YOU FOR GIVING US SUCH A WONDERFUL FRIEND….

AND I FINISH THIS WITH A FEW LINES……

Your smile, your laughter
-Only a memory.
Your voice, your personality
-Only a memory.

Sometimes people mention your name.
Some just keep quiet.
But no matter what is or isn’t said.
You’re always on someone’s mind.

time has gone by,
But it seems like only yesterday,
You were by your family’s side.

We can only think of who you’d be,
To us, you only remain a memory.

It’s been a while since you’ve been gone.
For your friends and family, things just aren’t the same.
It still doesn’t seem real.
Who holds the blame?

If love could have saved you,
You’d still be here today.
The love we hold for you,
Will never change.

As you lay in a still rest,
God broke our hearts to prove he took the best.
Everything you did, everything you were.
It’s only a memory.





One of Pratik's Classmate,






SALMAN JANJIRKAR 

Pratik - We Will Miss You :-(

            282nd BLOG -->>

Our Dear Friend - Pratik

        Today I had my Unit Test Exam -3. Just before I entered my exam hall I received a SMS from one of my friend. I read it and I was shocked and my heart dithered for a second. It was hard to accept and hard to believe. His message said : Pratik Ambre lost his live in a train accident. Pratik was my school time friend. I have been with him till my 10th std. He was so sweet and so calm. I have never seen him fighting with anyone and talking in loud voice. There was a time in our class when girls boycotted the boys as we lost all our senses and we kept teasing girls for every sentence and act from their side. At this time, girls used to talk to Pratik. He had always respected girls. At the time of Raksha Bandhan, I remember his right hand used to be filled with uncountable Rakhis. I am in deep shock after listening about expiry of my friend. 

              He met with a train accident yesterday. No one knows how it happened but according to the perceptions he may be standing at the entrance of the coach at the door, he lost his balance and he fell down. He was born on 10th February, 1989. He turned 21 years old in this year - 2010 itself and he is no more. At this young age when he would have decided about what to do in life and he would have planned about how to achieve them, God called him up in heaven. It is so hard to accept this but truth can't be changed and I can do nothing except missing my friend. This is also the truth that God calls them early whom he loves a lot. Last week he met me online. We had chat nicely and he told me that he will meet me again and now he has left me forever. It is very hard for me and my school mates to make ourselves addicted of the life without him. Everyone is in deep shock and pain. 


              He lost his father when he was just of 2-3 years. He had no brothers and sisters. He was the only support left for his mother. And now even he is no more. I know how much my mother loves me. How she worries when I am late from college or I get sick and weak. I can realize the pain of his mother who has lost his only son. She would be feeling the world as a dark place to live in. She would be feeling hell right now and would be praying god to take her up too. I can say nothing for aunty. No words can calm her and no words can make her forget about the pain. Today, I am writing this post as a condolence to my friend who will never come again to laugh with us, to play with us, to fight with us and to share good memories with us. May his beautiful soul rest in peace. May God bless him with the best part of heaven. May God bring him back on Earth for us. We, the classmates of Pratik are in great sorrow and grief to lose him.


              Pratik, I, on the behalf of all my classmates of Rathi, pray for your soul to rest in peace. Tomorrow, I have fast of Sai Baba and I am going to pray for you, your soul and your mother who is all alone. It is so sad to accept that you will not return back and join us. We love you Pratik and we will always Miss you. Please come back for us. Please... Please... Please.... :-(


Your classmate and friend,


ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU in deep pain....

A Father Whose Son Committed Suicide !!!

            281th BLOG -->>

        Firstly, I want to apologize for some silly mistakes I made yesterday in my blog post. I used the name of Mughal Emperor Akbar at some places. Actually he has nothing to do with the festival of Raksha Bandhan. It is all about Emperor Humayun. I have corrected it and hence I want to alert all of you that please go through the Raksha Bandhan's blog once again and it was Humayun to whom Queen Karnawati sent the Rakhi to and not Akbar. Sorry.

             281th BLOG -->>

He was like this...

        I still remember the day - 4th October , 1989 when he was born. I got a phone call from my father that I have turned a father myself. I went mad over excitement and I started my scooter (It was the best service then) and took off for the hospital. Mad in excitement, I ran and landed directly in the ward where my wife was admitted from last 3 days. I went and asked the nurses where are my father and mother and where is my child. She told me that everyone is in waiting room. I ran and found my parents playing with their grandson. I went and immediately took my baby child in my arms. He was so sweet. He was sleeping at the moment. I started kissing him madly in love and happiness but the nurse came soon and she asked me not to kiss the baby as it may lead to infection. Some how I controlled myself and asked my excitement to control.

           After this, the days passed, the month passed and my child started growing. As he was growing, my love for him grew every second. I stated dreaming a lot for my child. I used to take him for a round to the market nearby and whatever he pointed I used to buy for him. I remember when he was 2 years old, he had 250 toys all of them were bought by me. I loved him so much. I used to be sad in office as I used to miss my child so much. I framed his pic in which he was smiling sweetly and I used to keep watching it while working. My wallet also had his pic. As soon as I used to come from my office, he used to run and hold my legs. I used to be so proud of having such a sweet bachcha and I used to be more happy when I saw him loving and kissing me. He used to hate my moustache when I used to kiss him so I shaved them off just for my little baby.

            After this he grew up more and I loved him in his school dress. He seemed to be so responsible. He used to touch my feet daily in the morning before going to the school and I used to kiss him back. He then used to say that when in the evening I'll return I'll expect Eclairs from you. I used to give the chocolate to him daily. He grew more and then both of used to ride bicycle. I taught him nicely and he used to ride the bicycle and I used to sit behind and support him. How much I loved seeing him growing up. He was the angel of my life. Every evening I used to make him sit for studies and I used to clear his doubts. He grew more and both of us used to go for horse riding and boat riding too. My wife used to take all the memories into the handy cam I bought when my child started going to school. I used to trap all the good moments I shared with my child.

             One day, I measured his height and saw that he grew more taller than me. I was so proud to see my son. He was the most handsome and most good-looking boy in his friend circle. He used to perform dance programs in our colony and drive the audiences crazy. I was the biggest fan of my child's dance. I didn't taught this to him. I don't know how he learned this. He used to write poems for me and I used to listen them with all the concentration. Some poems made me emotional too. He grew 20 years old last year and I took him to the best restaurant of the city and we ate all the foods he liked to eat. I gave him his favorite mobile too without any questions. He was so happy that day. His happy face - this is for what I did all this. He was smiling all day to gain all the love from me. I loved him so much right from his birth that I never thought of second child. He was my only child.

             Yesterday, I came to knew that he bunked his college for last 2 weeks incessantly. I was shocked to hear this. I came to knew that he used to roam with his friends on bike all around the city. I have no problem with this but I was tensed for his future. I have always allowed him for all the fun and masti but I don't want his future to be effected because of some delightful moments. I slapped him for the first time. I was so sad last night that I didn't slept and I could feel the tears in my eyes all night. In the morning when I woke up and went to his room to say Sorry to him, I saw an unbelievable view. He was lying with no movements on the floors. The blood was flowing from his wrist and the blood was scattered all over on the floor. I was shocked and moved. I ran towards his body and checked his nerves and heart and saw that nothing was moving. I called the doctor and he announced that he is no more. 

             I have lost everything of my life. I have lost all my world today. I have lost the presence of my sweet boy. I have lost the smile of my sweet child. His voice which used to call me - PAPA, his hands which used to hold me when we used to cross highways, his cheeks which I used to pat when he used to crack jokes, his forehead I used to kiss as a caring father. I have lost everything. Just - Just because of One Slap. I understood my child so well and today I have failed in my life as my child didn't understood me. He misunderstood that slap and he ended his life. He has left some memories which are left with me and will always remain in my heart and soul. I can still feel his presence all over in my thoughts and imaginations. I can see him smiling in the sky. I can see him playing football on the empty ground in front of the school which I can look from my balcony. I can only see him in the virtual world around me. I have nothing left in my life. No enthusiasm and no excitement of earning and developing. Whatever I did, I did for my child. He left me just in 20 years of his life. I thought I will play with his kids too but for now I have nothing except the presence of my child in the tears rolling from my eyes and flowing down towards my lips.

Judaa Ho Ke Bhi , Tu Mujhme Kahiin Baaki Hain..
Palkho Me Bann Ke Aansu, Tu Chala Aata Hain...

             My boy - I'll miss you all my life and I hope that I'll meet you soon in Heaven. I'll never slap you again Beta. You will meet me naa? I am waiting for your reply. Love you a lot even today and I will keep loving you. See, I am watching your videos which your mumma recorded when both of us were riding the same horse. You look so beautiful when you smile. Plz keep smiling. Muaah... I love you My Son.

   Closing this letter and weeping madly in pain of losing my child , my life just because of little anger I showed to him. I am so Sorry to my child.

    Good Bye. I don't want to face the world.

          Friends, this blog post I wrote as an autobiography of a father whose son committed suicide just because his father slapped him for his good future. I want to tell you all that our fathers love us a lot but they never express much. We should not misunderstand them just because of their scoldings and their slaps. It is for our good future.

 Thanks. 

ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU