It all began when my cute little sister persuaded me to go through her updated blog.. ROLLER COASTER the latest of her serious (quite unlike her and like me) topics, which as usual put me through some past...

My roller still remains but the caosters seems to be derailed where it was at the highest(presumably) and still in the to meet the mother earth in a state which only genorisity of the mother would decide..

Meeting Bebo ( remenber her from my previous posts, if not then don't worry lot of is it still to come) was a story in itself, after the last semi-heartbreak more from my side then from her other than the former coming after she told me look if you dont say anything "Am off with someone who is ready to fight with his parents or rest of the world for me and you never mention about doing such a thing" and me like ME said " Well entirely your choice whom you want to be with"(Another of my dunb principles of life where i leave it for the fair people to decide even though i have always know that could be disastrous). Anywaysi still live by it.. so the story of meeting Bebo, when i had thought no more of the fair people in my life till i am thrusted to hold one, tick tick tick on net and just watching the profile.. which said female.. no not interested.. and then the magic happened tick tick tick scraps from the other end.. still nah not for me.. then something more happened just a courtsey reply to the scrap which was thought to be so harmless.. then kya phone nos passes hands and then phone calls, rather some courtsey calls and then it became routine.. Good friends were in the air.. Then came the agni pariksha, another nice person in the picture and again as the person i am " Your Choice" well and that is just not taken as i intend it to be taken, requirement of some time for me to meet, think and decide so by then Kareena Kapoor train gets missed..

Then Bebo gets into"HAPPILY EVER AFTER" and the flowers reach her which were always thought of to be given, every single time she would have crossed the mind, but just the thought that these actions should not baise her thoughts in choosing between people who would be taking care of her through out the life.... and ME who believes in making a world which not to duplicate things which others have done but leave a mark of ME, so always in the place where there is a race for something very dear to me, its always goes for me that if it is for me i shall get it always and everytime.. Not many people know the person i intend showing to others and my true self, only the people who have spent time with me knowing me and seeing me grow, have shared thicks and thins of my life snce i was a child might me able to say who i really am, as projected for being a magnanimous person and actually being not is just like being a mouse saying can roar like a lion rather i say be like cool cat and when the need arises kill like no one is going to be spared, A TRUE FIGHTER... not that impressing people is hard for me, just a few lines from the books or a movie and the other side is just head over heals.. but the actual might comes when just to see a smile eight hours of journey in which you say yourself " AARAM SE CHALA ELSE THIS IS GOING TO BE THE END FOR YOU".... and like me thinking again that if a person can be happy and smiling in the cruelest of all times he is the most stable of all and so i try to give the hardest times and if then someone chooses to part ways its best for her..

The most hurting thing is when the other person just ignores your presence and never cares to ask if i reached alive back home....

Still my conscience says NICE PEOPLE GET NICE ONES so she has got some one nice and it really gives me satisfaction, the only thing which comes to my mind but the next thing which antagonises me is changes brought about by this.. no more calls, no more friendships, no more knowing how you are and i think this is what life is all about... Cheers to the spirit of life....

A Very Long Engagement

The story unfolds when the Jammu bound train Shalimar Express, the train had just come to a grinding halt and the clock had just ticked one in the morning. In the cold wintery night the mercury was unable to raise itself beyond four degree centigrade. Earlier during the night was watching “A Very Long Engagement” on my now obsolete computer still trotting at 256 MB when rest of the world was running at 2 GB, still my computer on which rarely anything played other than Movies or Powerpoint slides.

The Movie was fairly interesting with a Love Story going on with the backdrop of a War. Amidst the lovely movie suddenly the mobile rang indicating a much awaited call from a person for whom I had been waiting so desperately that staying awake the whole night also was a treat, and not wavering from the person she was, she said “ Come on Chittu, why are you not there at the station. I have been waiting for you since the time train has come and you are no where to be seen.” These lines took the floor under my feet. I said “Oh Sh..! Ihad just seen on net the train is reaching Panipat now and another two hours so am at my room watching a beautiful movie. Ok am just coming, please don’t go without meeting me.” And there was her cruel Laughter from the other end. “Lallu abhi meri train is on time and will be reaching in another two hours, just thought of letting you know,” she said. A faint smile escaped my lips and the next two hours were probably the longest and had it not been for the movie I doubted if it would ever pass.

In my own tune I left the room, the three layered protection just giving enough warmth to get out but still was not enough for the chill winds to freeze my bones when I drove my Activa across the roads. I was happy to reach before time just dreaming about how the few minutes at station would be like.

Just as the Engine crossed me did I get back to reality to know that the jacket which I had bought for her to give whatever little warmth it could, was in my scooter guarded by the closet lock. I did not know what to do, whether to run back to get the jacket or to wait to meet her and then run to get the jacket. Still struggling to make up my mind the train stopped and I inadvertently walked to find her. The meet had to be interrupted for me to run for the jacket. As I reached the second flight of stairs I realized I have been out of shape for long now. Reaching the jacket I felt as if I would never be able to make it back before the train left. I had now just landed back in front of the bogie did I realize I was being howled at for being such a freak to have forgotten the gift. Anyways, I thought of regaining my breath and that was the only time I had before the train started to roll.

How dead I was I thought and had wanted the engines of the damn engines to surge forever and the train to never move from there as I always dreaded this moment

“WHEN THE TIMES WERE GOING TO CHANGE FOREVER NOW ON.” This was the last I saw her as a friend only as my friend for she was going to her future where I always pray she should be HAPPY FOREVER.

BARGAIN JOURNEY...

It all started when I hurriedly boarded my Ahmedabad bound Ashram Exp at Delhi Cantt, as usual I thought someone else has been sitting on my seat and I would get a standard answer “thodi door tak jana hai thoda adjust kar lijiye” , but this time it was different and this made the beginning of my BARGAIN JOURNEY . I was very gracefully requested to occupy the single seat in the adjacent compartment, which would enable the gentleman to be close to his companions, so if I could kindly BARGAIN on the pretext.
“Very well”, I said it was an occasion to help others, for which since my childhood days I was taught not to shy away from. Now into the Compartment smelling of fresh wood, just out from the locomotive industry I believe, furnished with mobile charging points, new reading lights absent in the older version of the same class. I found myself seated next to two frail looking ladies and an old educated man, later found to be a consultant of a big firm, and amongst the two ladies one was a retd prof and the other a employee in Delhi secretariat. Another of the co-passengers turned out to be an executive in Fertilizer Company. So commenced the journey which had already shattered my dreams of sitting besides young babes in skimpy clothes and their bodies touching mine on every sideward movement of the train.. WOW.. i had thought and here i was....
Further to my knowledge it was added that THE THREESOME were on their way to Dwarka for teerth and further on to Nageshwar and Somnath. Within a couple of hours I was bestowed with the responsibility of making them comfortably board a Dwarka bound bus/train so that they could have no problems what so ever(THIS TURNED OUT TO BE A BIG MISTAKE, IN THE SENSE OF MAKING THEM COMFORTABLE). Lost in my thoughts of the Events which had occurred in the previous few days, when I got engaged and was just trying to visualizing how life would now take a turn, I never realize when I had become their guide for i was travelling to a place adjacent to Dwarka…. Same destination type GOOD GOING....
Anyways my philanthropic thinking said I would be a better person to guide them about the route which I had traveled only days before with my parents. We reached Ahmedabad admist all these discussions and few more arguments and counter arguments about whats better a RAJDHANI or AIR TRAVEL and so many other such oldie issues. Now after getting down I went to ask for a further connecting train which would suit our requirement of a comfortable and fast journey in the most appropriate manner. To no surprise, there were no trains for us, the last one leaving just minutes before we had reached and the next one being at 1230 in the afternoon which would take a day which otherwise was only 08 hours away. The time now being 0815 we decided we would take a bus for the journey. The intelligent auto rickshaw driver sensing our negligence and unawareness about the place came to our rescue, charging only 20 rupees he undertook the task of leaving us to a suitable bus service for Dwarka. Happily we hopped in and reached an unknown bus service counter, where we were promised the bus to Dwarka would leave at 0930, my mental calculation appeared after hibernation to calculate its only seven hours to my destination and further two and half to Dwarka which would make them reach comfortably at 1900(KAASH I WOULD HAVE LET IT HIBERNATE FURTHER ON). Paying another ten rupees as good service tip we waived off the auto rickshaw.
Another auto rickshaw, hired by the good bus service, took us to the BRAGGED ABOUT BUS, BALDEV TRAVELS after a ahmedabad bramaan, the lone standing bus at the empty depot, now this raised my better part of the brain to start off, next was the condition of the BUS wall in which the door resided was rusted to an extent that it only will power had not let it fall exposing everybody's cute looking legs. So the only passengers boarded into the bus which was less likely to leave in another 15 min the time now being 0915. Thanking God for giving us time to pick up some breakfast we learnt we were being charged 30 rupees extra for the excellent bus and its superb service which turned out only to be one of the horrificly memorable one. Another realization accompanied with rage was that this bus service would terminated at RAJKOT from where we had to jump buses. Fighting with the urge to throw away the tickets at the counter which meant another 30 minutes of travelling time and another 50 odd rupees in travel, which was another corner of the city, so i had control my emotions before they pulled me into a loss for my fury. At 1130 with some good sense the bus rolled…. It was sure enough our prayers that kept the bus on the road and not falling apart with the world war I engine which definitely would have been used on fast tanks..Finally our bus stopped at RAJKOT,time 1500. Stopping the urge to bash the brains out of the idiots who never turned on their shoulders to help the frail figures trying to lift their pilgrimage luggage which weighed as much as their own tare weight with my both hands and shoulder full i tried to help them with their stuff. Boarding the seven seater with the luggage was never a problem till it started to move, i honestly forgot which way was north in the camel ride which followed with nine people vegetable stuffed with their luggage as fresh toppings. Another city darshan and we landed up at the office of SHIV SHAKTI travels which had undertaken to complete our journey thereon. Sooted in nice hues by the superserviced auto, I kept trying to impress two pretty college going chicks, realising only before going for shower, once i saw myself in the mirror at home why did they not even cared looking at me giving their numbers to the HUNK was just another part of the dream.
Now came another wait of minutes which had no comparison with the anger which ran through the spine and then another overloaded mini bus, and just then came the outburst blah blah blah... dhoom dharaka... blah blah blah..., I was struck by the appalling state of affairs and my emotions just got exploded, just short of dishum dishum for which long back i had vowed not to do... Probably as a corrective measure for not loosing other customers from the chaos, there promptly arranged for another auto rickshaw, eventually turning out to be worse than the previous one, the same nine people were reloaded into a smaller auto which was destined to us through the city second time, this time through rest of the city which we had missed in the previous run. Reaching the bus was a respite which turned out to be short lived for me. The seat number did not exist on the ticket so started the fight to get a seat, thankfully the three senior citizens were provided seats to their comfort. Now after another exchange of furious words, a seat could finally be managed to park myself, only to realize couple of hours later that my phone had gone blank and the friend whom I had called to pick me up from Bus Stand was missing…..

THE FIRST GIFT

First things in every field are the most memorable ones be it first time winning a race or first time falling in love or receiving the first gift of your life from some person who means a lot to you. This is just one of the most memorable ones of my life, a gift from a pretty lady.
All this started when i had just made a great friend of my life and had not known what lay in future for me. It triggered an exciting evening when a discussion broke about the erstwhile place where i lived,ambala, and then started all the guesses in the world, which i really enjoyed hearing. Then suddenly the idea clicked, a very wierd one in today's world, aboutf placing a bet and the loser will have to write a letter in hand, contrary to today's net savvy world of email and of telephone, and the thing of writing letters has vanished. Anyways i eagerly wanted to loose the bet as i wanted her address (how shrewd of me and silly to have not asked directly) so like a wise man hoping she will win, i even told her to take help on internet but it seems she was even one ahead of me, and she lost the bet. Phir kya one side was happy to get the letter which i eagerly waited everyday to get, and dukhi on other side that she managed to slip past my wilful intention of getting her address, though everyday when shen she asked MILA KYA, i always used to say "never mind bhej diya hai toh mil hi jayega", and then one day when i returned from office i received the precious pack so deliberately packed that i hated to open it and preserve it as it is, but then the curiosity gave way as to what was there inside the parcel. Finally when i broke into it i found sweetest of all letters, a lovely greeting card and a box of choclate( the most precious of all gifts i had got in my life which no money could have ever got for me and also being the first one in my life from a girl it has a special importance for me). Though I went mad to get it but then like a true egoist male, never had to tell all this so now had to show it was all normal here, hence the most idiotic thing came to my mind and that was debriefing her that i had just asked for a letter and you sent choclates and a card too, which was overdoing things and i did not like it, though in hearts of hearts i had an uncomparable joy which i never showed. Later i did thank her for the lovely letter and the delicious choclates( wrappers of which still lie with me). Although had never stressed my mind to think what she must have have gone across, i now feel guilty of the fact that even though i liked the gifts immensely, should have told her the same and appreciated things in a better way.
Well now my dear friend is quite happily settled in a world where i am not to trepasse through, i was just reminded of the lovely person she is and thought of sharing one of the most memorable incident from the pages of my life. Thanks.

KNOWING WHAT TO DO...

Not long enough to finish off with even a cup of tea the next idea just cropped into my mind about writing... Thanks to my ever working Brain.
This time it is "knowing what to do" is the question, if it had been answered there would have been no confusions and no difficulties in decision making with anyone, and GEETA would have been born (not the one living next door but the one by Shri Krishna). Quite recently and that is a few years now when i first got stuck with what to decide and the occasion was "MY CARREER" whether to go ahead and become a Savior Doctor, as i had always wanted or join NDA as everyone who talked to me suggested, as i had qualified entrance exam and SSB and it was a job in waiting, which was one of the difficult things as per my family to get, and moreover someother factors added to it just ended up me joining NDA and becoming PILOT later. Well now thinking back nothing is more satisfying for me to do the job to utmost sinceriety..
Then the next important thing about getting married, i always wanted a person who could understand a person like me (everyone's choice i believe) so i decided someone who goes by me everytime, even if i do something foolish, stupid or intellectual not waver from her love for me SHE would be "THE ONE", anyways not that i never found a girl but the only solution to my problem could not be found till i recently have decided to marry a girl shown by my parents and backed by bhayia and bhabhi and forget the wild chase.
Now when i was initial difficulty in that initial phase of deciding, where i was the one to choose which girl i would liked to go for i needed to take adequate time (which is a lot for many people and as per me till the time you are safe and sound on ground time is one thing you shall always have, a typical pilot's way of thinking) and also the things which could make a girl go head over heals were not done by me like praising her, saying things to please her all of which might not necessarily be true, getting her flowers everytime you met her, taking her to lovely romantic dinner, cuddling her like a baby, and the list is endless... None what so ever i ever did so that as i had always thought if a girl falls for me the whole intention was she falls in love with me and not the things i did for her, anyways not many people get it right and quite interestingly no one did.
That now am going to get married soon i better learn these things to avoid constant fireworks at home. AMEN.

WHO, WHAT AND WHY??

Recently i met one of my friends who once was so close to my heart and had touched those corners which no other person had dared to and only God knows if anyone else might be able to, having said that there are some other people who have touched me in their own way and i need not say anything about them as am pretty sure that they shall always be always there, even when i even sneeze hard, they are none other than my own Family members..
Anyways not going away from what i am here for WHO, WHAT and WHY??
Now this beautiful friend of mine has just expressed the grave wishes " You are no longer a friend to me, you just lost it because of your idiotic acts." Well well i might be foolish and i dont deny being one at different ocassions, so if there be one or two or even more with this friend of mine i would not have thought about it too much, but now i need to think..
Ironically once preached by this friend only, which with some initial difficulty to understand (my trademark of taking time) i really loved the idea. It said never go and think WHAT a person has said but rather a more appealing way would be to watch WHO has said that, like if someone says something which hurts you, do not pay attention to the fact WHAT has been said till the time you know WHO has said that, meaning if a dear friend of yours has said something against you then you know what that person is like and you can pardon him for that as you know him inside out and hence you save a good friend from breaking away, which would have been the case had you just paid attention to WHAT he had said only... This certainly was what i initially had difficulty with, how can you pardon a person unless you knew excatly WHAT he had said and WHY?
Now the thing is that under some influence or under situational pressures a person does so many things that would not be understood by anyone else unless the person is close to him, and so begins a drift and no sooner we loose those precious people from our lives and the pain caused by such break aways are one thing which a person remembers throughout... Now if we understand the real meaning which my friend had tried to convey then, it would be FRIENDS FOREVER...

ORDEAL OF PURCHASING A CAR

Bhagwan ko yaad kar ke yeh post likne chala hoon, kahi woh naraaz ho gaye toh double bonanaza ke saath na mila gaye... anyways i believe what ever is inevitable shall have non mercy..
This begins the day my big brother called up to say that he has made up his mind to purchase Maruti Alto after giving due comsiderations for over a year now and then the game begins...
Rates speculated to increase by next year which was 12 days thence, have to find a suitable dealer who could give the best deal anywhere in India though CSD( Canteen Store Deptt.) where either i could go or my Big brother could reach.. And guess what it worked out to be Jallandhar depot and chandigarh dealer.. Now the next thing was to take a loan of the amount specified by the dealer and no where were the 10-15 daysgone to apply for it and get the money through the limited military means.. Well then ALMIGHTY said "TATHASTU" and from nowhere came a praposal to give me a cheque of an amount little less in just three days.. WOW.. now after a lilltle running around i got the cheque and got it deposited..
Now the next phase starts when after three days of depositing the cheque i planned to go, after asking for two days leave to go to the depot(which is the most difficult task in fauj) after getting the draft made.. 0900 i left for bank to get the draft made nad guess what murphy tells " kAHAN BACCH KAR JA RAHE HO" the cheque was not encashed into my account and will be done after 1200.. 1245 still in bank and draft being processed.. 1330 i get the draft and i rush for jallandhar which is three hrs away and depot closes at 1630.. now the bus service and MURPHY laughs again.. into the bus and meanwhile try to get in touch with my friend to intimate my arrival and MURPHY again laughs , got the no had some conversation and then line went dead.. few more tries after every 10-15 minutes.. phone ringing and no pick ups till 2200 at night when MURPHY had already said CHALO CHORTHE HAI TUMHE.. anyways coming back to the bus with MURPHY'S smile still on, it took me more than i could have expected for a three hour journey and i reached 1800, so now no pick ups from my friend and me in a place where i had no basera i strolled in the town with the sun having left me to meet the next day i walked into an army mess tried a few nos and to my very expecation reply was"SORRY SON BUT LET ME TRY"... and the nearest and most reliable option was Air Force atation but was 45-50 min away and the way was still to be found..
Then came the Angel to my succour "THE TRY WAS SUCCESSFUL" and i had a roof to sleep under, so then went along the night with peanuts as my dinner (though the plan was to have something better with my friend)..
Next say morning 0830 left for the depot to be opened at 0915 and then came MURPHY 1115 and me still with the papers to be submitted... 1200 finally am done and leave for chandigarh to collect the CAR.. catch a bus and wrongly belieced to reach by 1400, so THE SMILE WAS STILL ON.. 1600 i reach the dealer's place and a promised time of 2 - 3 hrs before the car is delivered is assured.. AND MURPHY again SMILES.. my old classmate wished to meet me at ambala in next 1 - 2 hrs and wanted to stay for the night so few calls and room is arranged.. now its 1800 my classmates reaches my place along with her mother in law and me somewhere oblivious of the time am going to take.. few minutes and i get a call from my classmate"YAAR NO WATER IN YOUR ROOM AS MOTOR BROKEN DOWN" and i say why am i not there... few more calls and my dear colleague a noble doc helps them.. 2030 and finally after lots of gospels spread around by me i get the car and i rush home MURPHY STILL NOT READY TO LEAVE and i get lost on the way back.. how to get out of chandigarh and i reach same place after some turns and i just say THANK GOD I KNOW AM LOST else i would never have known and the night would have been even longer..
Finally 2200 and i reach the room where my classmate is staying and a rishwat of mithai and fruit and nut in addition to asking apology by getting blessing after touching the feet i survive for the wait of 4 hrs for her and follows a peaceful meal and a peaceful night only to find in the morning that her car's tyre is flat...