An Open Letter to Everyone Under Age 25...

What is happening to teenagers (or boys & girls below age of 25) I wonder… Are they losing their mind?????

To every teenager (or boys & girls below age of 25) who views this post I hope it makes u think for a second and do change things which that should be changed....

ONLY ONE INTENTION IN MY HEART IS TO TRY TO ATLEAST HELP....

1.Why are you so scared to be alone?
2. Why are you desperate of having a boyfriend/ girlfriend?
3. Why are you just choosing boyfriends/ girlfriends because you don’t want to be alone??
4. TRUE LOVE EXIST?
5. Why changing bf/gf for each weeks or months....??
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ASK ALL THESE QUESTION TO YOURSELF... DIFFERENT ANSWERS from every Individual.

Let me put it in general way...
the answers for all this will be

1.have a broken family
2.having a terrible first love and seek for the best.
3. or having a bad experience from a guy/ girl and wanted to take revenge by playing guys/girls heart.
4. Bored 
5. All my friends having boyfriend/ girlfriend so I do need one......
6. just wanted to have someone to listen to u.......

DOES having a boyfriend/ Girlfriend make you feel better... the answer will be YES! Short period of time but not for long term....

YOU WILL REGRET END OF THE DAY..........

Its okay to be alone and bored... rather than being alone later on.....

IT’S NOT WRONG HAVE A TRUE LOVE..... IT’S NOT WRONG FALLING IN LOVE BUT TRY TO STAY LONG IN A REALTIONSHIP.....TRY HARD, IF IT DOESNT WORK THEN U MIGHT GIVE UP.... BUT DONT HAVE A LOVE OR BOYFRIEND/ GIRLFRIEND FOR ALL THE SELFISH REASONS COS IT IS GOING TO EAT YOU BACK....

Just try to imagine what’s the point of doing all this..... will you be so happy like forever..... Why not you save all of these for the marriage life.........

jus imagine how good and pure it can be.........

IT IS SO BEAUTIFUL....

It’s okay of the past but after reading this post please try to think...only you can take care of yourself for your happiness not anyone else....THINK!

DONT RUSH IN CHOOSING A LIFE PARTNER......BEING ALONE HAS ITS OWN BEAUTY AS WAT YOU CAN FIND IN BEING RELATIONSHIP...ITS HOW U GOIN TO EMBRASSE IT....

Making a fast move is not the good idea (this is FROM my experience.... only end with horrible pain)........

I let u all learn from my mistake......... SO DO CHANGE URSELF...

YOU GOING TO LOOK BAD IN THE SOCIETY....

IT IS IMPORTANT.... :)

MESSAGE FOR TODAY DONE....

TAKE CARE!!!!!

Woh mile the... bichadne ke liye! - Part 1

Dear Friends,

Thank you all for your wonderful and encouraging comments on blog. I also appreciate those who raised concerns about revealing too much, washing my dirty linen in public and castigating lovers. Some are concerned I would miss out on my future wife… Lol. Don’t worry, she who is mine and when I find her, you’ll be the first to know.

 First of all, I must say I never ever think before I write any post. Maybe If I did, I wouldn't put all my emotions and would try to sugarcoat or embellish it to suit some particular set of people. This is one of the many traits I got from my past experiences...

I write on the spur of the moment, I’m an impulsive writer. I type directly on my blog and upload before I even have time to correct spelling errors and all. Whatever you read here is a raw, uncut version of my thoughts at a particular moment the reason isn't far-fetched. I'm an emotional guy. I think with my heart not my head and this has sometimes been a source of discomfort to me. Maybe if I took time to think, write, edit and all, I would be a better writer or a bad writer (who knows) that’s why it’s difficult to write for others because when it’s mechanical, nothing comes out...I'm brain dead.

I have written about everything from my first love, having an ex, being used as a rebound by a woman I loved. I don't leave out even the most embarrassing of details. Why? Because deep down in my heart, I know some lady or guy out there is going to learn from my experiences. Yeah, the original purpose of setting up this blog was to pen down my real life experiences, not write about others.

I actually got a few disheartening emails & read some interesting comments because of story. Surprisingly some came from the people who felt I was trying to instill unnecessary fear in-them, some called me a whore this or that… Lol. 

Gladly, I'm not one to be moved or affected by trivial threats or comic insults from the likes of some people. News Flash... I know who you are... I'll give you a much deserved introduction on this blog soon...hugs...

I leave such comments to show people that if celebs can be criticized and I let the comments fly, why should I set double standards by deleting negative comments about me? 

 Yes! I am like every other guy out there. I make my own mistakes and I'm not invincible. I know what it means to be in need of something and have it offered to you on a platter of gold...But I know where to draw the line and I don't have to prove it to anyone... That story was as real as it gets and my intentions were as pure as it gets.

 And while I am in no way discouraging people from taking that leap of fate, following your intuition, I just say implore caution and try to find out more about that person. Yes, we have killers, everywhere. Some of us are dating potential killers and don't know it yet, but it doesn't hurt to reduce your risk level to the barest minimum. The devil you know is still better than the angel you don't right? I’m just saying we should be careful, most importantly, follow your intuition...Listen to that little voice of reasoning.

  

I did not say she was wrong. I said my intuition told me something was wrong."She said it "IM SCARED OF YOU" and you having a weak heart, you could be a good man; you could just have had a change of heart and didn't think it wise to help me or see me again. Whatever the reason was, its inconsequential, that was 1 years ago.

Why I decided to write that story last night, I don't know. But I know everything happens for a reason. I know my story has saved some people. A lady had a change of heart about seeing someone who would have probably harmed her .God inspired me to write it.

So, If I've caused anyone discomfort by it, it wasn't my intention...but one thing is sure, my thoughts do run wild, so does my pen...I'm totally uncensored..Hell yeah...I didn't even think before writing this...

Story Begins….

Who knows where and when the consequences takes place in life, it was about 6 months ago. A very extraordinary personality took place in my heart.

It was 5^th Dec’12, I made a call to her (as a stranger) but it was not with a wrong intention. I had never seen her face before either. I was just looking for the candidates for my company. So she received my call. I don’t know what happened, her first conversation with me took my everything towards her. I just gave her a date for an interview. After few days of the first conversation she called me again … suddenly I heard a sweet smile with the word “Sorry!” Second time the smile of her made me loosing myself from I’m….

She explained all the reason of not coming for an interview but there was something else going on in my mind. I said her, “It’s ok!” Even though I didn’t have any reason to know about her personal life. But suddenly She question me…

“Sir! Are you from Punjab?”

This question made me strong to tell about my personal life and ask about her as well. On that day we even exchange our facebook Id.

And then she hung up the phone. After that conversation we start texting and chatting over the phone and facebook. We use to talk with each other as we know each other from so long.

I’m not an ordinary guy. I’ve learnt how to present myself infront of different different personalities. Very first conversation on the facebook, I was thinking as if I can flirt with her but the most interesting thing is I saw her being truer every time I use to chat with her.

One day she called me and asks me to meet her. The night before the day we met was one of the funniest night for me. And the funniest thing was…. I was thinking how I’m going to start my conversation when I’ll meet her, what I’m going to offer her at that restaurant? Should I propose her or?

Totally confessed and out of my mind….

8^th Dec’12, Time: 8:00pm 

I reached at her given address.

I met her in a restaurant “Zaika”. So we talked and talked. When she smiles I just can’t help it but to smile also. After an hour, we went to a garden where no one was around, with an ice cream in our hands. She kept on smiling, and so did I. She’s so sweet like an angel I use to see in my dreams. A li'l laugh, silly smiles, an awkward silence. I stared at her for couple of seconds. Then she said to me, “Please! Don’t look in such a way… I feel Ashamed”.

After some time, the moment came when I shook her hand and hugged her. It seemed I was losing something. My eyes were numb. I wanted to say to her something, BUT? At last, we said goodbye to each other.

2 days ago was like the best night of my life.

2 days ago I met this girl who made my heart turn into pieces and now I'm thinking I’ll never see her anymore.

A girl who made me fall in love just in couple of days.

Why, why, WHY? Why can't I stop thinking about her? I only saw her once. I don’t know what’s wrong with me... I have never really felt like this before with a stranger... But ever since that day, that moment, you're beautiful visage is the only thing floating up there in my mind.

Maybe this is just infatuation? I'm just going crazy?

I don't know, and...

I DON'T CARE…!!

I want to see her again.

I want to know more about her.

Does she even know what I feel about her?

I want to know what she really thinks about me? Because, at that moment, she was all that filled my senses.

If I could have one chance, just ONE CHANCE, I would give anything and express my inside feelings to her.

If miracles are true, PLEASE let one happen now! PLEASE!

Story doesn't end here......

To be continued……

Letter from my #1 Fan

Today my #1 fan wrote this letter to me.

“Today is a really happy day for me. The past year was a challenge, and I'm so happy to have my spirit back. I felt in chains at times. Sometimes in life, things do not go like we want it to be... And sometimes we need those betrayals and rejections to bitch slap us until we fall to the deepest darkest moment of our life... But then again they're all meant to be something to strengthen us so we could become a better and better person. :') “

It took a near complete emotional breakdown to see this letter.

Dear kkash,

Odd as it may sound, I have thought about what sort of legacy I’ll leave behind for you. I guess it’s not so odd. Perhaps I think it’s odd because I’m at the stage in my life where I’m not sure what my legacy will be. I don’t seem to have accomplished much so far, so I wonder if I’ll accomplish anything. Anything worthwhile, that is.

At the same time, I know exactly what I will leave behind: my words. But will you read it? Will you remember that I put them there? I don’t know. But it thinks that may not be the point. Words matter, but they are not the only or best thing. I do not know what else I will leave to posterity, but I can leave this.

There is certain loveliness to heartbreak. It is no beauty we would desire, but it serves as a reminder of what we are capable of. That we can love. That we can give love. That we can be hurt, yes, but that hurt means we are not dead or cold inside. To love is to risk. And to get our hearts broken means we had hearts to begin with.  Remember, they do not break forever. They will not be the same, but “many things are strong in the broken places.”

And there are reasons to get up in the morning. It may not seem that way, when all you have is a blank ceiling, and your bed, though empty, seems far more inviting than the rest of the world. But there are things to see and do and be. This may seem like poetry, elegant nonsense, but these words you ever read try to tell you a simple truth: there are things the thing I want to tell you but somehow….. I can’t.

Magnificent fragrances

Ah! What a beautiful day,

Wake up, did love to cuddle with you,

My day starts with the thoughts of yours,

Want to see your sweet dimple on your sweet face,

When you are around I feel lucky, feel crazy…

That beautiful moment might be a criterion for dying.

When my heart long to see you,

You just appeared infront of me,

Sometimes I feel like my heart stop beating “Dhak Dhak”

Sometimes it beat faster, when I see you.

The smell of you perfume,

Come hold of me to near you,

And lock in your arms.

The scent of my yours catch within my inner soul,

The magnificent fragrance of yours is like a magic of spell

For me to fall in love with you each time more.

You make my world with your magical smile,

You make me crazier each day.

Dreaming hours about you, lost in your memories.

I will stay with you however far you are…

Flowed to me from your sweet eyes,

I drew my every breath.

I will miss your tender kiss on my forehead,

Whenever I close my eyes and I feel you within myself.

How I wish I could stay little longer with you,

My just one wish is to be with you, always & forever.

Ending with love…

Love you Kkash….

I can only hope that my letters will put smile on your face, bring hope to the brokenhearted, and encourage the lonely. Please let me know if you have any questions for me, or if you wish for me to elaborate on anything in particular. Thank you for reading this and for being a part of one of the most amazing movements I’ve ever seen or been a part of you.

Doordarshan Days..!!!!

It was a Sunday morning in the mid 90’s, but me and brother woke up early. Done with the daily chorus, we ran to mom for breakfast. By 8:30we were ready and so were our neighbors. All of them assembled at our home and obediently sat in a row. Mom served us hot “aalo ka paranthas” with “dahi” and tea. It was 9:00am and we were thrilled. Time for He-man and Masters of the Universe. I still recollect the excitement on our little faces for it was the first Sunday after the small 18” Onida color TV came home –  The Sundays before that there was at a neighbors’, couple of blocks away (Black & white 15” monitor). So we were the proud owners of a TV. After getting disbursed, I and bro watched the sword of Tipu Sultan and Mahabharat with parents. A break and in the evening children gathered again. Giant Robot!!

Chitrahar, Chitrageetham, Rangoli, He-man, Tipu Sultan, Mahabharat in the beginning and Reporter, Chandrakanta, Tu Tu Mein Mein, Superhit Muqabla a few years later -There were very few things to watch and only one channel – Doordarshan, but all of us eagerly looked forward to it.

Once private channels were allowed in the early 90’s Doordarashan had a steep decline in viewership. I personally think Doordarshan who had a modest beginning with just a small transmitter and a makeshift studio , could never stop being humble and therefore got kicked out. As far as I remember, the last program I saw in DD was India’s first super hero – Shaktimaan and that was the end!! The quality of programs delivered by Cable and Satellite Television was much higher to what DD gave. It continues to earn profit from cricket tournaments though..

From then we saw an exponential growth in the number of channels landing in, but whenever I switch on my TV, I can only browse through these umpteen channels and never be satisfied to stick to a program.

Doordarshan and I often talk to each other, where have the golden days gone. When the entire family (or sometimes more than one family) sit together before the television to watch a movie. When one person standing on the rooftop adjusts the antenna while another inside the house checks for clarity. And there would be a third person acting as a messenger between the two. Slightest wind or rain disturbs the whole setup and the process starts again. It was so much fun!

As I walk down the memory lane, I take a look at what has changed in television in these years. Earlier we had small TV and big antenna and few channels. Chitrahaar, Rangoli played melodious songs which we used to hum along with while “Superhit Muqabla” played the recent hits. Come Sundays, epic like Mahabharata and Ramayana were watched with full attendance. “Mein Samay Hoon” would start the famous Mahabharata and everyone waits curiously for the action to begin. Comedy shows like “Ulta Pulta” made us laugh to our heart's content and were enjoyed by all generations.

Hindi channels have only reality shows and their replays – Dance, Sing, Comedy and that’s it. But now barely clad models fill the screen – Bikini Destination or Kingfisher Calendar hunt or some cheer girl selection for IPL or Formula1. It’s like a 24X7 Bay Watch there. And news... Oh God!! News channels are in plenty, but 5 news would be there which is shown over and over again. And then UTV Bindaas. Only reality shows – Emotional Attyachar and Date Trap (and the replays of course) are the only 2 programs that run in this channel for a full week until the next episode comes in the week after. I pity the kids of today for there are no kiddish cartoons. Everything in cartoon channels are violence or high funda. And sports channels are there, May I should take up interest in them. However, right now nothing looks innovative or interesting. Only disappointing!!

Even now when I think of what to watch or discuss with friends on what programs they see, we all talk about the pleasure the poor quality videos of Doordarshan delivered. Strange isn’t it?

Bachpan ki Yaadein...!!!

Right now I’m getting nostalgic looking at the photos of my childhood. How awesome those days were. 

I still remember I liked a key chain that was for Rs35 and how I had to save money and it took me days to buy it. I still fall in love with gadgets and latest mobile phones and save money to buy them but that happiness in missing. This made me write a few lines, I would not call it poem but they explain my childhood (and maybe yours too).
 

Bachpan ki Yadein ab dhundali ho rahi hain,

Woh chawwanni, athanni, woh paanch ke sikke,
Gehoon deker tofy khareedna.
Kachche amrood, Namakpaare aur woh Neem ka ped.

Bachpan ki woh khushi jane kahan kho gayi hai.

Cycle per ata hua baraf wala.
Lattu nacha ker hi khush ho jana…

Bachpan ka woh darr kahan kho gaya hai.

Nani ki kahaniyo ko sach maan ker Ghabrana,
Der shaam khelne ke baad Ghar jaane ka darr..

Bachpan kitna pyara tha
har roz jahan sirf khush raha karte the
pareshaniya bhi hoti hain is baat se anjaan raha krte the..

Yaad bahut aate hai mujhe wo bachpan ke din
meri ungli pakad kr papa,jb aapne chalna sikhaya tha
har din school ke liye mummy ka mujhe subah uthana
beta thoda or kha le,zabardasti apne hath se nasta karana..
roz tiffin k liye naye nashte ki farmaish krna
zid puri na hone pr pura din mummy se roothe rehna
school khatm hote hi ghar daudkar aana
poori dopahar mummy se lipatkar apni betukhi baate sunana...

Yaad hai mujhe jab Papa aap kam se Bahar jaya karte the,
Har thodi der me hum mummy se "Papa kab ayenge" pucha karte the.

July ka wo mahina jb school khula krte the
Book Depot jane ke liye papa ko pareshan kiya karte the..

Books me cover lagana bhi mummy se sikhaya tha

A B C se merit list tk apk sath ne hi mera naam badhaya tha
wo exams ki raaton me mere sath sangharsh karna
fir mai kbhi kamzor pad jaun to mera sahara banna..

Har tyohar ki seekh samjhai thi aap dono ne
Saari khwaish poori ki or sadgi bhi sikhayi aapne
kabhi kisi ko dukh na dena yahi sikhaya tha aapne..

Ek hi dua uparwale se mai din raat karu
Bhul se bhi kabhi aap dono ko koi taklif na du..
Har pal hamare sar par apka ashish bana rahe
hamesha aap dono sath-sath bahut khush rahe..

bar bar ek hi baat sochu mai, Kaash bachpan fir se mil jataa…
Kaash woh khushi fir se aa jaati..
Kaash woh darr fir se lag pata…

Aaj main baitha bas yahi soch raha hu ki agar mujhe ek mauka mile wapis apne bachpan mei jaane ka to wo kon sa pal hoga jahan mei sab se pehle jana chahunga? Sach bolu to main shuru se shuru karna chahunga "12 May’ 87" khud se nazre milana chahta hu aaj main, jaana chahta hu wapis bachpan mei.. kuch kisse kitne ajeeb hote hai na, apne b'day pe aaj hum sabse zada khush hote hai but jis din humara janm hua: jis din hum pehli baar roye the: jis din pehli baar is duniya mei saans li humne: jab pehli baar aankhe kholi humne: ik choti si harkat ki, us din to hamare mom dad sabse zada khush the…

Ahhh…those days, childhood days! Still remember the first drop of monsoon, the first day of summer chuttiyan, and the never-ending homework/charts/projects. The days of pony tails and frocks, and the school uniform combined of white shirt with grey skirt; socks covering half the leg. Fighting over one crayon, getting jealous from a fancy binding of a book. Wow… 

Life was possibly easy back then. We were too much occupied with siblings, cousins, school, friends, paints, playground, the terrace and the sky. These days kids are engrossed with Hannah Montana, Jonas Brothers, Raven, and all the high profile Disney characters. Back then, the day started with waking up, getting into school uniform, school, recess, chutti time followed by playing hike n seek in the evening and lastly homework. I don’t deny the fact that children these days are way smarter and globalized. Significantly more aware and considerably more tech-savvy! And also very weight conscious. Kids today are granted with gym class which means serious business for a lot. Whereas in my childhood days we had PT [personal training, can’t believe we used to call it PT] class, which basically meant an escape from studies for 50 minutes. Loosing weight was never an issue for anyone in my childhood days. We were all fit in our own ways, actually quite perfect! 

In the past decade, life took a 360 degree turn. Everything is glamorized, publicized, socialized today… Anything can be fixed by Google. Facebook has become the core network for socializing, gossiping, networking, and infact matching as well. Even 8-10 year old can be spotted on Facebook with their personal profiles. What life, eh??? Let’s not even get started on the mobile privileges. In my childhood days, it was a big deal to have a landline let alone owning a mobile. 

Let’s see what all developments/innovation we’ll encounter in the next decade. Till then, relish life!