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1. In every situations of life, you may fall, you may rise but always remember one thing and that is to smile!! -- --Anonymous
2. Fear is the most damnable, damaging thing to human personality in the whole world!!  ----ITC register
3. You should be ready to fail, and then only you can successfully do an experiment and go a long way!!—Anil kapoor
4. I can’t afford to be tired!!----Shahrukh Khan
5. Whenever you get any information, you should cross check it before passing it to someone!!---Quran
6. Keep your ears open in any city or town in the world and you will learn everything!!---The White Tiger
7. Namaste means I salute your potential!!----A future group trainee
8. If you are happy doing your job then stick to it. What’s the point in going to IIM’s if at the end of the day everyone is searching happiness? To be happy is the final result everyone wants. So do what you feel happy about!! Nishit Sinha
9. Don’t think too much before taking a decision. Otherwise you’ll never take it!! Pankul Gupta
10. Fools are those who try to show off as they learn any new thing but intelligent are those who keep calm and confident and keep on learning. They never show off!!!---Vishwardhan Bhati
11. Opportunities don’t wait for any one. Opportunities are here today and gone tomorrow!!! Azim Premji
12. Luck is the outcome of hard work and the harder you work, the luckier you get!!! Azim Premji
13. A teacher is also a student!!! Aanchal Gupta
14. Organizations that necessarily release high priced products instead of giving consumers the value for money actually encourage piracy!! Shombit Gupta
15. First get the right people on the bus, wrong people off the bus and right people in the right seat then figure out where to drive!! Jim Collins
16. The potential of human mind is infinite!! Christopher Nolan
17. Simple rule to deal with failures-----High standards & low expectation. Works to the best of your ability but do not raise your expectations too high!!! Rahul Ram
18. Everything depends on the execution; having just a vision is no solution!!!! Stephen Sondheim (American composer)
19. Smart has the brains, stupid has the balls. Be stupid!! Diesel Brand
20. People who do not know when to leave an organization frequently crash and burn!!! The Economist
21. You do what you love doing and fuck the rest!! The little miss sunshine
22. Your heart is free, have the courage to follow it!! Braveheart
23. You get to get your hands dirty, if you’re going to achive the impossible!!! The prestige
24. It’s not the size of the dog in the fight that matters, but the size of the fight in the dog!! Mark Twain
25. Burn all your escape routes, crush all your plan B’s. Focus on the dream that only you can built!! Robin Sharma
26. Only those have disappointments who have appointment with future!! Anonymous
27. A man should never leave his long term goal and should never compromise on his short term goal!! Praveen Sansanwaal
28. Never accept NO for an answer!! Richard Branson

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Different Smells of my life

"Different Smells of My Life"

In one of the Sunday issue of Brunch, Editor in Chief of HT Media------Vir Sanghavi wrote extensively on the aroma and fragrance of different scents and cologne being invented in the world. But I democratically feel that his article was incomplete because he only mouthed about the one side of the coin i.e. the positive and the manufactured smell which everybody loves to inhale. But the missing part was the negative and the natural smell which is also present in this world and which we all hate.

So THINKING CAP has bore the responsibility to talk ostentatiously of such arrogant and criminal type of smells which have the balls to even kill you leaving no option but to inhale it and die painfully.

1.      As I have travelled enormously through public transport system so I can accept that I am not a stranger to its characteristics like too many people, tiny spaces, low price, jerks etc. But one of the most peculiar features of it is the smell of the sweat. When passengers ranging from tiny teens to pension earners, from a boring housewife to a virgin blonde to breadwinners all lift their hand or hands in unity to take support and guard against the jerks. Raising hands release the aroma of sweat in the atmosphere, sweat which they have earned throughout the day by completing different files, selling unsalable products, standing in queues and performing daily chores. I call it the “mix vegetable” of sweat as everyone contributes towards it. Slowly and gradually the vegetable gains pace & mass and turns in a hurricane. It reaches every corner of the vehicle. The irony is such that you are standing in front of a middle aged male inhaling his sweat into your lungs and still smiling at the rascal and vice-versa. 

2.      I personally feel that the insane smell of “Gutka” can turn the furniture inside your body upside-down. The business houses create addictive brands like “Rajdarbaar”, “Kuber” and “RajniGandha” to create an illusion of luxury to the consumer and make him tour heaven for some minutes. At the time of consuming unexpectedly one of these knuckleheads approaches you, takes his face very close to yours infact to your nostrils, wide open his “Gutka” filled mouth and proudly inquires “Bhai time kya hua hai” or sometimes “ye bus khaa jaayegi”. And you lose your wicket. You are in a situation where somebody has released poison inside your blood and has left you for a slow painful death.

3.      This one is my personal favorite. Every day you inhale it and that too happily, like you’re worshipping. The non-violent, non dangerous smell of the food you could not digest i.e. the perfume of defecation.  Every morning, sitting in the most comfortable position, relaxed as never, you inhale it dedicatedly. You are choice less because this activity makes you blissful and full of joy. Sometimes I wonder that how come the Fried Rice which I was dying to eat a night before can betray me and behind that rich and healthy smell there was hidden a non thinkable smell like this one. But this smell had always gifted me some wildest ideas.

4.      If the previous one was my personal favorite then this is my personal non-favorite. The problem with this smell is that it attacks you like an earthquake and you are not even prepared for it. As an earthquake creates a lot of havoc and destruction this smell too destroys your mood completely and makes life a hell. The perfume of a dead rat. First you hate these jackass monsters roaming in your home or office and breaking your privacy. And then these fuckers hid in one of the damn corners of the home and breathe their last breath. The trouble is that his body is lying and decaying in some part of your home, smells like thousands drains flowing next to you and you don’t even have the slightest idea where the asshole is. You actually want to butcher him on his this sinful act.

5.      I guess this particular smell flows only in the air of developing nations especially India. And this is not a smell but a shame for our country. All other smells above are like a free bird. Nobody can control them. But this shameless smell we can definitely stop. This is the perfume of pee on Indian roads. To attend nature’s call some people look for isolated corners and pee on them. As we are Indians so we all follow. As a result the place officially becomes a pee point and gives a distinct character to the place because of its smell.

In this list of developing nations smell, there is another chap which I guess is multiplying and is in race with our “never say die” population growth. The perfume of the swollen, perished, abandoned and decaying garbage. The implied rule in India is that every single piece of the garbage should be outside the garbage warehouse thus converting the whole place in a bin, making a choice for people to throw anywhere or everywhere. As we ourselves create such smell so we anticipate it when crossing a garbage warehouse and clamp our nostrils till the smell stop chasing us.  

6.      The last in the series is a sinful, dead, negative and dreadful smell which is a question in itself. If you want to inhale it, then go and open the drawer or closet where you have stocked medicines for emergency. Or pay a visit to a dispensary, hospital or a chemist. The smell of medicines. Why the smell of medicines which are actually developed to cure human beings makes me even sicker is still mysterious to me.

So these are the dirty, naughty, notorious and infamous brand of smell whose tyranny we have to suffer almost every day. And they are unbearable is no doubt but they have given an opportunity to crazy thinkers of the world to find out their antidotes. There would have been no perfume if there is no sweat and no room freshener if no smell of the dead rat.

Please don’t perceive that as I have given a lot of space to these smells, I like or love them. Like normal people I too wanna inhale and live in scented and healthy air.

 999

The Article was written after being inspired by Brunch (HT magazine).

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"The Lady I Loved"

We giggled we smiled

We talked we walked

Unknown to the fact that our friendship will take us miles!!!

When I looked at her

She blossomed like a flower

Her half- closed eyes and a glorious smile

Would extract the most innocent happiness

From the bottom of my heart!!!

In pursuit of happiness, their life continued

And the friends got lost in translation

Assuming, that their company is forever!!!

She was Emma and he had a beautiful mind

But together they had a war

A Charlie Wilson’s War to be the rank holders!!!

When going gets easy, their education life hit the bottom & a 2012 struck them

The result was, that the day after tomorrow was not together but alone, Home alone!!!

Though she lived 16 blocks away from my house but I never visited her

But we were always in touch, thanks to cellular!!!

At the age of 21 when I realized that it is love actually

The irony is that she is not with me!!!

Because

The machinist like me changed path from love to chasing dreams & making career

But couldn't afford to forget the American Beauty like her!!!

Today I am stranded at The Terminal waiting for her

Confused & flummoxed that though it is complicated

But in my lifetime I have to say her once that

P.S I love you!!!

The words which are written in Italics are the names of the Films.


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Eaters Coma

Do you sleep in the afternoon or do you feel heavy-eyed once you have your lunch? Well, I don’t know about you but this is me. The guy who sleeps or literally dies for 2-3 hours in the afternoon (especially summer’s) and exit into an oblivion. You can label me as a miscreant according to Chacha Nehru’s notion that “Aaraam Haraam Hai” or my parents comment on me—“is umar mai to aadmi lohe ke chane chabaa leta hai” (though I am only 21 and my Colgate teeth can’t afford to taste sugarcane properly what about iron pellets) but what should I do? The moment I eat my lunch I feel as if somebody has pull down my power plug. Others might sell horses when they sleep but I trade the whole of Race Course when I do it. It is as if I am the most relaxed person on this earth, done all his deeds, fulfill all his duties and taken retirement and enjoying his pension.

This is just the preface; I shall describe you the process. Being a foodie I enjoy my delicious diet t0 the fullest. In fact I think that my constant demands and crying needs for “Swadisht Khaana” have forced my mother to learn cook better. So now when she serves cuisines like Rajma Chawal, Kadi Chawal, Chole-Bhature, Puri-kheer, Dosa, Dum aalo, Naan-makhani daal, Fried Rice-curd etc I actually overeat it because I am helpless in front of my tasting buds. After some time of the consumption I feel like a magnet is straining all my muscles, there is a sense of laziness in the body as if blood vessels have formed a union and went on a strike so that their appeal for the rest can be incorporated. The brain stopped the calculation, the eyes shutter is getting to shut with every passing second, the mouth tries to open its gates as wide as possible with every yawn and buckets of water is thrown from inside the body through the eyes. Now if I switch on the water cooler in this war ilk situation, the air coming from the fans push me, in fact throws me on the bed. There have been situations when I tried so much but in the end capitulated, left everything I was doing and raced to sleep. I don’t know why but I can even prostrate on the cool floor in this situation. I think I can relate this to Maslow’s Hierarchy of needs. In his basic needs, once your stomach is full, next might the sleep/rest, so ultimately you eat-sleep, eat-sleep.

If I observe myself in the last 10 years (which I can remember properly) I have felt sleepy, lazy and almost slept whenever and wherever I have been, during the afternoon hours. During school days, I tend to eat Parantha-sabzi, rice, sandwich etc and then we used to play till the last bell of recess. After the recess, when the sun was on the top, body was producing tones of sweat and stomach was digesting the food from the crop fields, teacher used to enter the class and teach subjects like ugly History, dimwit Geography, scary Biology and insane Math. At that point of time I tried my best not to lie on the desk because then I would have been caught but was forced to sleep with almost 90% of my eyes shutter closed and both the eyeballs giving me the picture of my nose (that’s what they see when you sleep with your eyes open, a little). Even my other classmates were following me for the reason that those teachers were ennui and taught without body and soul.

During college life, when I was doing an internship in Delhi, the office staff used to lunch between 1 pm-2 pm. Post lunch I never left any opportunity to sleep whether in bus whether in metro or even on the table where I used to work. After my battery was charged then only human machine allowed me to resume work. In fact recently I was doing a theatre workshop. After the lunch, we always used to watch a documentary on theatre or videos of past plays. In the big auditorium when darkness looms and two big Air Conditioners were making the atmosphere chilling even the scintillating voice of Naseeruddin Shah and classic plays by the legendary Habib Tanveer couldn’t stop me from taking the advantage of zero visibility and selling the Race course once again as if it is my fundamental right. And this time too some of my colleagues joined in but our shutters were completely locked.

So this is me, the proud individual who is yawning and sleeping for almost 20 years and that too without a break. When I introspect on why this happens that once you are over with your lunch you feel lethargic; the answer comes that the nature has made humans like this. Even we sleep after the dinner so why not lunch. So better leave it the way it is.

There have been a few key observations; you feel like sleepy more in summer than in winter, boredom will dig out the sleep from any corner of your body, you will literally want to sleep more after lunch and a heavy lunch is a friend of sleep. Even I am not the only one who is doing this crime, if you watch out carefully you will find that most of the shopkeepers prefer taking rest or a nap after lunch, even rickshawwallahs can be seen lying and adjusting their body size in their rickshaw during afternoon. Some of the relatives cannot be reached after the lunch because they have the habit of sleeping.

So now as the life gets busy and my inner “JawaharLal” (soul) has started saying “aaarm haraam hai”, to combat this addiction I have pasted an A-4 sheet on my room wall which declares “those who sleep after the lunch live less” and I try to watch a movie after the lunch (if at home) because the UV rays of the machine which don’t sleep don’t allow my shutters to go down!!!!

EATERS COMA is a new addition to dictionary. It means a condition characterized by sluggishness, sleepiness, and often a lack of motivation to do anything but rest/relax or sleep; a condition whose onset occurs shortly after a meal.

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“A Suicide Note”

Life is getting very boring. The ubiquitous terrorism, plane crash, road accidents, diseases, naxalism and recession has created the fear of death in many mighty hearts. Now we think that the probability of death has increased.

So let’s embrace death. Let’s enjoy the Mirinda of death. Let’s solve this mystery that what is after death by walking over the symphonies of death.

For so long I’ve been looking for a person who can share with me that how death looks----is it she or he?? Is it beautiful or ugly??? Is it black or white or as colorful as a rainbow??? But sadly I couldn’t find such a creature.

So this has emboldened me to start a new consultancy. I want to be the first one to actually enlighten people that what death is all about. What are the features of death? Does it only have benefits or shortcomings too?

But the dilemma is that how should I die? Already surviving a boring life I want to observe death as an American Pie movie embedded with prom nights, lost virginities and naked mile. Or I want to taste it as the Raja Special Dosa (Raja is a snacks corner nearby my college) embedded with all the masalas, oil and butter produced in the Indian subcontinent. Or let’s death be a “Manoranjan Ka Baap” like Sachin’s 200 in ODI or Kumble’s 10 wicket haul in Test.

But the Q remains the same. What should be my escape route to death? I don’t want to be tagged as a loser by hanging myself to a ceiling fan, throwing myself on the railway track, taking sleeping pills or the cheap rat killing poison. Cutting my arteries will be too “Bollywoodic”. And for me these all methods are “shift+delete” mode which are indoctrinated for useless files or for files which are of no use (in this case people who are of no use). But I am special. I have to make my death memorable and historic. Following can be one of the way:-

• Me having sex with my neighbour’s daughter and his father caught us in his bed and chop me into pieces.

• Enjoying the sumptuous wine and then jaywalking naked on the highway. A lorry will come and hit me down.

• Landing myself in Pakistan and becoming the 1st whistle blower in the world by painting their walls with the Indian message that:-

“doodh maangoge kheer denge; kashmir maangoge cheer denge”

The result will be that I’ll be cremated as a true Indian and there might be a national holiday on my death anniversary.

• Rapes are always forced on females. I can be the 1st person to rape a man and this male dominated society will punish me severely for this illicit and barbarian act. I will meet death after gaining all the sympathies from women.

• This one is my personal favourite. After watching the rip-roaring video of Shakira (Hips Don’t Lie) almost 200 times when I came to know that she’ll be performing in India and when I actually watch her lustrous hips shaking and lying just 20 meters away from me, my adrenalin gave me a heart attack. Shakira sobbed on my death and assuming me to be her true fan started performing free in India every year to commemorate my death anniversary.

• The best way to reverberate about my suicide is to send a letter to the President of India asking him/her to grant me death as I am fed up of my life. Now every day 1000’s of Indians die and nobody gives a shit about it. But this will make me popular as “Breaking News” proletariats will not leave an inch of my news and there will be SMS’s, discussions, polls, and editorials questioning my decision.

If I keep thinking then this list will make my suicide note a boring dossier which I don’t want. I want to end my 72 per minute heartbeat in a way that makes people happy not because our oversized population reduces by 1 but remembering me as an opportunist who doesn’t even spare the opportunity of death to experiment and explore. So let’s die!!!!!!!!


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