To feel Special is the most special feeling ever…

January 24^th, 11.09 PM.. One hour to go and I am stepping into silver jubilee of my life…

There’s something about this day.. I am feeling like the Christmas eve.. The day before Christmas.. Not because of festivity.. because u know there is something special gonna happen in less than one hour that i never experienced in my life so far… And the most special thing is that I don’t know what exactly going to happen… There are anticipations, speculations, hopes, and lot of stuff… But above all there is something more important and special about this birthday of mine!

My jaan is here with me… trying not to disclose anything what is going to happen… adding all masalas to my anticipations and curiosity I am getting impatient about all these.. As I always get on all WOW moments of my life!

And here I realize that this birthday is more special to me because of my Jaan and my friends… I know they are trying very hard to make me happy and make birthday very special… But I want to let them no how special they are to me always and how each moment gets special when they are there around me and each moment when I spend my time with them…

So far 24 birthdays, and now 25^th… Don’t know how many more to go… everything is uncertain… but I know one thing that’s certain in my life and that’s nothing but me being this part of an amazing experience called friend ship and above all this time being part of an very special feeling called “love” with the angel of life… thanks love and thanks to all my friends who are going to make my birthday very special this time and helping my love to make me happy… Love u all… and thanks for the wonderful experience you are going to give me… not to forget.. The “BIG BIRTHDAY BUMPS” which are waiting for me immediately when I step into my 25h year… I know it will be more force full than Monsoon rain and more painful than Bull fighting.. But honestly thank you guys for all those things which are binding us together with this wonderfull relationship calle “Friendship”

Thanks Jaan for being there for me always and making me feel the luckiest man in the whole universe to have u in my life… Love u lots..

Have wonderful life guys! And be happy make others happy and don’t forget to have my share of “Birthday Bumps” on your birthday’s also….

PS: Kush, Jo and Chet… Watch your behind on ur respective B’ days….

LOVE U ALL ONCE AGAIN>> FOR EVER>>>>>>

One more letter in my unread mailbox!

So here I reached my palace now… Time being 10.00 PM… I hardly remember what happened this morning, as by the time I realize that I have woken up I find myself in office… sitting and yawning in front of my computer…

Though I wake up every morning at 7 30, either responding to my mobile alarm or responding to my phone call from JP Nagar…(The only thing I love about my mornings), Major part of my morning goes in exercising (Don’t take it so seriously… Just for name sake), finishing all morning works, getting ready to office, Going to bus stop… Catching my office transport bus… Waiting desperately for the JP Nagar Stop and again encountering with that beautiful smile that can rise a thousand colors around me in seconds at that particular moment … Then time runs more faster than our bus… and I find myself again in the same office.. Same desk.. surrounded by same set of people…

I don’t tell its boring… But I have to be frank enough that there is nothing in that place that excites me other than being with her… I love my work, and I love my life being with the soul mate of mine… and nothing else is there to love about.

Frustration increasing everyday thinking about my life… It’s been long time that I had a free time enjoying without any tension bothering me… I believe that even I’ll have my own time to show the world what I am, but just afraid that should not be too far from here… a good job and good money seems to get inversely proportional for me day by day…

Today when I left from office with Kush, my friend in his bike… never thought it would take me so long to reach home… the traffic in Hosur road is getting more and more pathetic day by day! When I was riding bike trough that traffic putting all the efforts to reach home fast was going in vein, and my thoughts were telling me the more I am trying to pass this phase of life, the more its getting slower and complicated.. Its like even though I am driving properly, Others driving making me insane and irritated which can be applied directly to my phase of life. Only a perfect companion can reduce the pain and I thank God for giving me the companion…

I know one or other day I live life as I wanted always t be, with the person I strongly love and strongly believe in… At least this hope makes me to be calm sometimes…

I don’t know why I am writing this, but its making me feel bit good.. if its making you feel not so good then I am sorry… just keep supporting me always…

Love u all…. And… remember…

Life is a gift… Our life is not owned by us… Just we need to live it completely… giving respect for the life we have…!

Hope u understood this… If not… Please don’t ask me…

Love….

Alan S. Castelino…

And the life moves on…

Hi there,

It’s been along time I updated my blog, and its high time now…

But there was a reason for this delay because I just changed my company and now I am in a Indian multinational as a market research analyst, the profile which I always wanted to be…

Thinking about my past few years a smile comes on my face..! I always dream of being in a good position in an MNC and this is just a beginning. Life is not always as we wish and as we dream… But big dreams will help in getting great results …! Guess u people haven’t realized what I said just now but sooner or later one will realize this.

I was a person who uses to always crib for things which I didn’t possess but later I realized that in the search of those things I lost the opportunity to enjoy with those part of my life with which I could have enjoyed a lot… I always use to live in imagination rather than accepting the facts of life and start living with it… It took few incidences, few suggestions and few experiences for me to change myself form what I was then, and what I am now!

I thought I am a person with no potential for anything in life, and I was always thought negative about myself. But When I c what I am today and what’s my respect around me I am confident now that I have few potential in me which I should have recognized long back and would have nourished it so well that I would have been a much much better person than what I am now…

Well, previously I used to think that career is only about money and lived with the same notion for a very long time, for the same sake I had rejected 8 or 9 job offers from few good companies, not giving value to the profiles. Many of the freshers do the same mistake that they only focus on money and then they regret. Because only few of them survive in those kind of environment with no respect and only money. Yes I agree that few have their own commitments with money… but money should not be the preference always… If one knows what have to be done about his career and he follows that then obviously his career will be successful… Even in terms of money..!

I am still at this nascent stage and don’t know till what milestone I reach… But one thing is sure.. If I am happy with my present then I will be happy in y future also… Happiness is just living our life in each moment with the sense of satisfaction with whatever we have… but it doesn’t mean that the level of happiness should be the same. Just try to be happier in each next moment… to be happy forever…

As someone said to me very recently, nobody can make our life happy because its our responsibility to keep ourselves happy… Because nobody else can live our life… we should live our own life… So dude, Life moves on… Keep your cool and be happy…!!!

Memories of JO’s old rented house…!!!

Me and Jo, yesterday night were talking about all the fun we had during college days… those comments on girls, comments on our faculties… pranks, affairs… etc, etc…
like this, old college memories were striking back and we remembered one of the forgotten place where we had fun to the fullest extent…
it was nothing but Jothi’s old rented room just behind our college…
I know lot many friends of mine reading this blog are forgotten but they were part of the fun that we had in that place…
those night out parties… Those barking dogs… Those irritating mosquitoes… what not…
I must say, that was the place when I had the first talk with my loved one over phone… (I even remember thst place on terrace where I used to sit and talk with her…!)

Some of the incidences related to that places, are placed in my mind which I cant forget whole life… few of them are as follows….

My first encounter with Police… (Cheetah… night patrol police)

That night something flashed in our mind and we decided to booze.. Immediately me, Jo and Anjan… who were always together at that time went and got 3 bottles of Beer…
At that time I had a weakness for beer and once I am drunk with even half a bottle, A strange person within me used to come out… when I used to drink beer, I used to talk total non-sense.. full philosophies, emotional talks, extremities of emotions… Time was somewhere around 1.30 or so and we 3 were walking on the near by bridge just in front of that room… The place is like a small forest with weird sounds coming out the bush and trees… And thus we were talking about some matter which I don’t remember and Anjan noticed that one bike was approaching towards us.. I was on top of my voice, singing some song and throwing stones at those barking dogs, (I hate barking dogs… Especially when they keep on barking at night with their weird sounds and ruin my sleep)… Anjan immediately noticed that it was Cheetah.. (Night patrol police bike painted like cheetah’s yellow and black spots)… He asked me to shut my mouth… I was not in my own control and again on top of my voice I asked who the F!@#$ are they… And the next moment that bike was very near to us and stopped, The Police inspector called 3 of us… JO was totally silent… I was out of control and was acting like a mad.. And Anjan was the only guy who could speak sense at that time… He told… We were studying for exam and so just came out for a walk.. Then again I started.. These Police people wont even allow us to walk on roads, or even to be free as we want… Constable sitting behind the Inspector might have noticed this and started to swing his “Lati”.  Anjan closed my mouth and dragged me telling police that we will go to our room immediately…
I came to know this incidence next morning when i woke up from sleep and these two explained me what had happened last night… One more wrong step at that time in front of police… I would have ended up being behind the Bars….

Jothi’s first Break up… (Which lead to his revolutionary drastic change as a person)

Jothi is a person who used to talk very less, never used to mingle with anyone.. never heard his voice in campus.. But as a friend we knew him that he was a introvert… He never used to share anything, never used to open his mind at least in front of us.. He was always good at studies, and was very serious about doing assignments, and stuff like that.
He used to like a girl at that time and we came to know about it a little late… At that time I was the Marketing student Assistant and I used to do marks entry for internals. During that time Jothi was pretty sad and depressed about that girl, and was little low… Whenever I used to go to his room only romantic songs used to play on his Comp.. Especially the songs form “Life in a METRO”… In dino Dil mera.. Tujh se he keh raha.. Tuuuuu .. khwab sa chand….
OK even I agree that I do the same when I am emotional.. But coming to the matter, In that internals Jothi had got very less marks instead of studying very hard… We used to study at night time and again me and anjan used to think.. why to study chumma.. we will study for next two internals so we will watch some movie now or sleep.. but this guy used to wake up at 2 AM and study without our notice and sleep of again before we woke up in the morning. So even after studying so hard like this He scored some 7 out of 50 in IBM subject. I got to know this and I entered the class… He was sitting in his usual place, 4th bench in middle row and He was a bit upset.. I asked Anjan, who was always with him… He pointed out that girl who was sitting with other guy and they were talking, smiling as they were good friends… and Jo was feeling very bad as he could not be like that with her at least as a good friend… I went to him.. I told.. “Dude, u have got 7/50 in IBM”… His faced turned totally dark… Because we scored more than him even after sleeping for whole night… He felt very bad thinking of his fate and left the place without our notice… We searched for him and later on we got to know that he went to his room.. the same old room… We went there and found him in a corner of the dark room sleeping on ground with is usual sleeping posture… (As I explained that in my previous blog, sleeping beauty…) That evening we spoke to him and consoled.. we consoled him in such a way… jothi suddenly changed himself in such a way that the person once who dint even used to utter a word started to speak like anything, He and his one liners started to bang so many people that even sometimes I keep my mouth shut in front of him… He started to listen all rock, metal songs keeping away his “dard Bare Nagme” aside… Today what we are seeing in Jothi was the outcome of that small incidence that we first experienced in that room…

Jothi had a big time make over when he was in that room during second semester of MBA… That we still miss today…

I used to spend my maximum time in that house always talking to jothi, anjan and have watched hell lot of movies sitting in that corner room… Also we have took lot many videos… Bathroom scenes of Jo, and also of mine, as the bathroom door was bit open from upside and his Anjan had a Sony Ericson 810i from which he used to take videos… god knows what had he done with those videos…He he…

Lots of friends had a great time out there, to name a few the party we used to have there with Anand, Munna, Kushal, chetan, And even many of other friends…

And one more thing that I can’t forget in my life time… There was a small girl almost about the age of 3 years… She used to always cry. Yes,  its usual and normal that kids cry. But when she used to cry there was a sound with very high frequency and I used to get irritated to the maximum extant… and Jo still teases me till day remind about that kid…!

Lot many memories associated with that place… I Should thank  jothi for being a tenant in that home for one year…

Cheers to u… Long live these memories..!!!

One of my best weekends ever…

Hi friends… Wish u a belated Happy Ugadi…!!! May this new year bring lots of new joy and happiness and also new hights of success to you all…

I love festivals, especially when they come on friday or monday…(’cause u can get 3 consecutive holidays u c..!!!), So as I had planned earlier, I left to my home town Shimoga last Thursday night… And this time I was bit more excited than usual… 2 main reasons…
1) My mom’s 46th Birthday and 2) My dad has got a Car now…!!! (It was his dream of owning a car from the time immemorial…)
So with that excitment I came to the Bus Pickup point along with kushal, and once the bus came I wished him a “very happy weekend” and left from there… It takes some one and half hour to cross outskirts of Bangalore in usual times, But the never seen kind of traffic that night made me feel sick as the bus took full 4 hours to cross the outskirts and I reached my hometown 2 hours late… With very less sleep in bus (Its kind of disease for me that I wont get sleep while travelling!!!)…
Dad came to pick me up, and I reached home in few minutes… Mom was waiting for me standing near the gate… U know, I love it, When my loved ones will be awaiting my arrival with lots of love filled in their heart… And need not to be mentioned its there by default with the living god for us… Mother… I always face this situation that whenever I go home once in two months and I see my mom waiting for me near gate… I always experience a kind of a mixed pool of emotions… And this time it was my mom’s birthday.. So I went my mom and I hugged her and wished her… She was very happy… When I gave her a Saree as a gift she was very happy and was jumping with joy…! becasue the saree was of her favorite colour and this was the first saree I gave her after I started earning… She was very proud of me… And Even I am proud of my parents. Everyone should be proud of their parents…
After cutting the cake and singing birthday song for my mom, My focus slowly started turning towards my other reason for excitment… The Car…
I Dont have experience in driving  a car even once…! And after seeing my bike riding skills, My best buddy Chetan also doesnt want to take risk in this regard.. because he loves his car too much and cant afford to see a single scratch also on his car… So there is no question of me driving his car as of now…!
Anyways now as we had a car of our own, and even dad has little confidence in me that I drive pretty well , (Actually I lied to him that I have little experience of driving my friend’s Car in Bangalore and trust me except “Need For speed Series of car games and I dont have any experience in car driving other than in my laptop , Then actual driving tho door ki baat hey…!!!) Anyways some how I could managae to grab the car key from my dad and asked my Cousin Bro (Who knows car driving perfectly) to sit beside me and I started the car…

My dad was too tensed to see his car being driven by me, went inside and … I started the car, and with the guidence of my Bro, For the first time I was about to drive a car…
Trust me, that was really a moment of pride to me… and u might not understand this, but if u have experienced it and if u remember for the first time when u drove the car of your own u would understand that… and its a wonderfull experience…

but hold on… I havent even moved the car.. I just started it.. I put the frist gear, Slowly started releasing clutch and gave a little accelerator.. Car moved a bit, then picked up in a good phase and I started driving it, Then to second gear, then to third..
It was going good… And in between the road when a bus came from behind I was bit scared and did something.. I dont know what had happend, engine went off.. I again started, moved the car to a certain distance. Then my bro asked me to take a turn and i did, Stearing was slowly coming under my control, and my excitment level was on peak, So I drove our car for the first time, and it was a real good experience for me… When I parked the car in front of my house, Dad was very happy to c the car in a good condition as earlier…!!!

I enjoyed this weekend I must say.. Had lots of fun talking to my parents a lot, having dinner together… driving our car, family long drives… gifts to my mom, cakes, ice creams, movies, friends, cousins, music… etc.. a perfect weekend with family…

I am happy for it… I am happy for everything that i have and Idon’t have… I thank god for everything !!!

I hope u too had a nice weekend.. So if u have experienced a special time this weekend, Dont hesistate to share… I will be awaiting your comments…!!!

A Surprise Guest Writer for my blog…!!! None other than… Mr. Patnaik

Sidhantha… The only one person among my seniors that I am really proud of… The person who really showed me, I must say some of the wicked facts of life… He is my mentor, My friend, and I should say my co-video maker during my college days… If people notice me in PESIM, it will be either because of my sense of humor or for my video making skills.. And he is the person who really nourished this talent of mine… He really showed me how bad it is to be called as a “looser” and showed me how to overcome that also… If I have acheived something out of my college, this guy has a a bit major role to play… Thanks Patnaik Bhai…

Well, This is What he written as a guest writer for this blog!!!

Do comment after reading…!!!

“Let me introduce first, I am Sidhanta Patnaik – senior of Alan in PESIT while he was doing his MBA. Now all you readers must be wondering what business I have to be present in his blog space. The idea of me writing on this space is Alan’s idea of introducing the concept of “guest writer”. Always knew Alan was intelligent but finally he has decided to be creative and conceptualize things like this.
Now that I am writing I need to write something that has to do with Mr. Alan Castelino, that’s how I call him. I know him since the day he came in to college for his MBA degree. Those days our group “AYOGYAS” used to engage ourselves in a series of activities that would give us an opportunity to interact with the juniors around and in the process makes some meaningful friendship. This guy was quite raw with his attitude and from the day we saw him, we decided that this boy needs to be given a good session. So every time we devised any programme for the juniors we would take keen interest to see whether this smart@$$ participated or not. When the announcement was done for the “Fresher of The Year”, Accuiel 2007 competition, Alan Castelino did enroll his name. It was for the first time that a Fresher’s party was being taken so seriously in our campus and we all had put in our everything to create a trend that still is being maintained. Alan Castelino tried to act little bit smarter than expected in all the rounds. He was behaving as the world is owned by him and there is no place for anyone around. The level of mental torture implicated on him was slowly but steadily increased and we became the Steven Waugh’s and loved the way the cookie crumbled for Alan. Every day we could see the level of frustration increasing and he was so much trying to get to the finish line. But one day the cookie finally crumbled and he backed out of the competition. Instant loser is what we termed him. Obviously that’s what he was. How can someone quit?
Then life moved on and you could not ever see Mr. Castelino outside classroom. Then one day thunder struck him and he decided to make a living out of his stay in PES. From then on life changed for him and our relationship kept strengthening from pillar to pillar. Fests and events became our common motto of existence and he picked up the art of making videos really fast.
The days and nights we have spent for the two years in campus working on the “making” videos of various events will always remain etched in our memories. Jyothi and Alan have been entertained so much by my one liners that today they are masters with their one liners.
Fun it was during those days.
Alan, I guess this much is fine.
To write more, I will charge. Professional you know!!!
And you know you can’t afford me so let me write FULL STOP”

Cheers to U Bhai…!!!

The Sleeping Beauty…@@@

Good Morning Guys….!

Hope All of u r doing good… Keep going good..

This Post is just about my other buddy… JO… Jothi… Yes, None other than Jothi Chandrashekar, A Big fan of Sleeping like a dead Man, And who gets really pissed off if somebody disturbs his sleep….
I have seen him since past two years, Since the first semester of our MBA, I have never seen any person sleeping like that… The actual thing is he won’t sleep for too long…(Like me).. But when he sleeps, he is literally dead!!!… (Trust me, 2 or 3 times I have checked his pulse to c whether he is alive or dead!!!), And there are so many instances I should tell u people about his sleeping skills…
he is the guy who sleeps with his thick blanket covering whole of his body, even his head, no matter how hot it may be, u will find him with the same posture, as if a white cloth is covered over a dead body. And he sleeps like this during all kind of whether…!!! He is so consistent in his sleeping skills… I really wonder how he does that…

When ever we used to party with other friends, in his old dungeon room… at one point of time, we used to search for him, and used to find him in the corner of his room sleeping in his same old posture…!!!

I ‘ll tell u one of the recent incidents… that really amazed me of his sleeping skills…

Few days ago, when he was sleeping.. I was watching a movie in my laptop.. it was almost 12 AM by then… and I was getting ready to sleep… and suddenly I heard a horrible sound along with totally bright lightening effect… The sound and light effects went on for 50 to 60 seconds continuously… and I was like totally blank and scared.. power went off after that.. I thought somebody detonated some C4 bomb in our college, as I stay just beside my college.. thinking of that (to c the fun).. I went outside and I found that, two transformers beside our building were on fire due to some short circuit or some other reason… all the people of our building were outside, being scared of this incidence… We are like some 25 people in the building and all of them were on the road explaining what happened there, and how they got scared, etc, etc…. Even our owner who is very famous for his snoring at night that used to disturb the first floor guys, (he stays in ground floor) was also there, searching for the reason of that short circuit, with the help of his small pen torch.. I also went down, discussed about what happened to my fellow building mates, and some body asked me…

“Dude, Where is Jo?”

And even I started looking for him… All these times I was completely blank, and never gave a thought about him.. when I did not find him there.. I went back near my room…

and

When I entered my room in that darkness…
“gurrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…….. Gurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr………. Gurrrrrrrrrrrrrr”

Bloody hell…!!!

He was sleeping as if nothing had happened there or he is in some sound proof room… I was like Damn…! What the hell… Even if Kumbkarn was there and if he could came across this kind of incidence (Short circuit of Transformers).. Trust me, he could have gone directly to the BESCOM and would have screwed their happiness for life time….
And this guy… hmmm… that was beyond my imaginations…
trust me he came to know about this incidence next day evening, and he was asking me..” dude, somebody was telling there was transformer blast last night…!!!”

and I said…

“OH.. Is it…????????????????????????????????”

(PS for JO: dude reading this post, please don’t screw my sleep here onwards. he, he, he…)

Well, what ever it may be, he is also my best friend, my room mate and above all….

The Sleeping Beauty….!!!

Dosti

I just wanted to tell u people about my Dost.
He is one of my best buddy for life, he is a good friend, good advisor, good supporter, good time pass and also good ..(Well, Kushal knows a bit more about this,)… I call him Taj Kumar (Reason can’t be disclosed),
At times, He makes me realize what I am, He had not done a special thing, but whatever he does for me sometimes… the small small things, I feel very special about those…
Dont misunderstand me, This is not a Dostana story or something!!!
I just want to thank him for every thing in some or other way… So I am just writing this post dedicated for him…

There are so many situations which were really funny.
I know him since last 4 year I guess…
If I am a MBA graduate, The credit goes to him because, If I had never met him, I would have never come to know about PGCET exam for MBA, I would have never got a good ranking and a good college for MBA…
So there is a major role to play by this person in my life during MBA also because whatever second semester notes I referred was supplied by him.. Specially BRM subject…

even after my MBA when we were both searching for a job, He took me for several interviews along with him… And I got selected… (Sorry!, But he didn’t).. But never showed me any kind of frustrations for that… and other thing is even I rejected those Jobs..

He used to join me for lunch when I was in my Previous company, He used to come near my office by walking almost a kilo meter at afternoon in the hot sun…!

Every evening used to be very tensed for me as I worried about my next day’s pending jobs.. and he used to come to me and used to swing my mood from that tension to some other cool stuff…

Even when I was depressed for a reason during last few months, he was a real good support for me…!

and
This morning I woke up around 8 and I was getting ready, Was feeling bit hungry but had no time to have break fast…
and this friend of mine enters room and gives me a Parle-G biscuit packet… and he left for his office…

Thanks for being there mere Dost…!!!

RAM …. Naam tho suna hoga…!!!

Cheers to u…!!!

The Tale of 3 Shirts…

Guys … from past few days I am writing all emotionally intence posts I guess…. SO I am taking a brake…

This is not a serious write up.. just for time pass… SO just read it and forget it… because actually its like a Comedy movie from Ram gopal Verma… No story, No acting, only situations…

and the story begins like this,

That evening as usual, I finished my ofice work around 7 and was heading back to my home…

and again as usual I got a call from my very old (age vise) dumb friend… and the conversation went on again as usual…

“tussi ki karriya he?… KAb nikal raha he office se?” and all that same old questions… and again as usual me and my wierd answers… and ended up in waiting for her on the way… She told She will be coming in ten minutes but again I guess her time sense gone for a toss (Courtesy: Basavanagudi Traffic), and she dint turned up even after 20 Mins… My level of patience wa scoming down and slowly the evil inside me was dominating me… I dint wanted to get angry… I knew my weakness of being a very short tempered person… So saw here and there… and I found one Branded factory outlet of dresses. Just to make time pass I entered.. because I am not a person who loves shopping.. Shopping is my worst enemy…!!! I dont know what went wrong in my mind and I just entered the shop…

And within ten minutes I purchased 3 wonderful shirts (according to me, dont know abt others) for a worthy price… (I am not going to disclose it), and the moment I came out she stood outside… Then again for next one hour as ususal We were chit chatting ( Batein -Shaathein.. In her words) and I got a call from my dear most friend Mr. Kush… (Who is quite busy now a days…!!!, {Dude dont take it personally .. He he}) and he called, So I left from her place and went to my place… And there I told him I got 3 new shirts…. Started to uncover those outside the room itself as ” Jothi “(He is Purely a Male , only name is fe-malish.. He he.. His full name is jothi-chandrashekar, So many people get shocked for the first time when I tell them I share my room with Jothi… Ha ha… ) has took the key and wa in dinner ceremony in our all time favorite “Inchara”.. (again for ur information Inchara is not a girl, Its a restaurent)… I have very less Patience so I uncovered all 3 shirts outside my room and after a few mins Jothi comes…

I told him, I got shirts and he started laughing like anything… u know why? I used to ware his new shirts whenever he bought new ones, and this is the time for him to take BADLA out of me… He started waring all my shirts and told.. Dude thanks… As if I have got my shirts for him… There was a wicked sense of evilness in his face… His face was too black.. ears were wide open and eyes were popping out… and I thought I got these shirts at wrong time.. He took one of shirts which I selected as best for me and kept in his cupboard… I was holding on myself and was controlling the fire within me…

and Kush Started… Dude I also take this and give u back some other day… I was hoping My size and his size ( Shirt wise…!!!) Doesnt match… So confidently I told “dude this shirt doesnt fit to you…” and he agreed… Now It started, My level of confidence increased to such a level , i told him.. “But still dude , Y dont u check it once?, just ware it and C”… and then I realized I did a foolish mistake… That shirt was a perfect fit for him…!!! and that was the second best shirt that I selected… SO with full happiness in heart he took it… I just stood there watching him…

So no need to tell, I left with the third shirt which I selected as third choice…

Next day I dressed neatly I wore that shirt, Went to office.. Till evening nobody even noticed that I am wearing a new shirt…!!! I was getting pissed off… And Evening when my actual work started in office, I got to know that I am leaving late that day Jothi messaged me, “Full comlimements for the shirt, he he.. and I am leaving now from office…” goddamn it… I thought…

after finishing my work at office I was about to leave… Again as usual the Call comes, I recived… Same old words in same old voice from Same “old” friend… “Kaha ho, Tussi ki karriya he…” and all that.. conversation went on and she told… I met kushal today… He was looking very handsome in his new shirt….”

I was about to faint…!!!

(This is a exaggerated story , So characters of this story should not take anything personally… and even if u take it personally please don’t kill me…)

With love

Asc…

Don’t Misunderstand Me!!!

My friends often misunderstood me…

According to my friends… I laugh a lot, I talk a lot, I tease a lot, I do lot of non sense things, talk absurd, don’t have common sense etc.

But any body have tried at least once to know y I do like that? Have anybody even bothered to know the real side of me… I bet not more than 5 people in this whole world who know about me … the real side of me!!!

My friends tell me that my life is an open book and everybody can know about me easily within very short time.

I say, this is all bull shit…

I guess people who tell my life is a open book had never known me… they know me only superficially… they never even tried once to know the deep inside my life…

Yes I agree with the things that I laugh too much, but how many of you know how many time I cried?

I agree that I talk non sense, but how many of you gave value to my sensible talks?

I agree that I talk absurd, but when I spoke facts how many agreed with me?

I agree that I don’t have common sense, but what fetched me being in sense?

Can anybody answer that…?

I laugh so much because I am frustrated and I want something to calm down that frustration within me

I am impatient because being patient was about to make me a hospital patient

I talk a lot because I am fed up of being silent in crowd and being lonely among friends

I am fed up of being misunderstood…

please don’t misunderstand me!!!