What to see and what not to.........

Guru | 10:12 am | | 2 comments

whats up world??

So as the heat is turning on in the FIFA world cup....Already some 8-10 teams have qualified fr the next round and some still struggling to do so.... All i can say is that the world cup is at its best....Daily when i tune to a news channel or any other sports channel i find only football.....The gossips,goals,cards,etc.....Well one thing is fr sure that ESPNSTAR is dealing with money these days....Real busiiiinessssss....

I mean so many live coverages daily that they dint have enough channels to show all those live sports programs....Last night i was watching this star cricket(a channel specially made for cricket...only cricket 24/7)....They were showing a coverage of a cricket match But then suddenly they started Wimbledon and I was like WTH!!!...I think u all are aware of Wimbledon,The most prestigious tournament in tennis.....

As Tennis is one of my fav. sport so i started watching the match as it was Federer up against a rookie in a second round clash....Shock to see that a rookie giving Federer a tough fight.....evn federer was wondering(oh cmon! im 6 times champion at this stage and these kids are giving me a tough time!!) Tennis fr some has become an epic battle between Federer and Nadal.... Mostly its either both or one of them in the final and when they both come up agianst each other in the final then there is matchhhh.A real match,A match fr survival,A test fr the best...

Maybe because of this reason all the viewers were xpecting them to meet in the final once again and play like they always do when up against each other.....But they wont be able to play an epic match like the one between Isner and Mahut......Two players who played fr 3 days as if the court was there own,more than 11 hrs.

A match where the frst 4 sets ended in sm 3 hrs but the fifth kept on goinggg until the referee gt fed up of it and stopped the play fr the day.... Both started again on Wednesday and they ended the day due to bad light bt the fifth set was still going on with scores tied at 59-59....They started again on Thursday and finally the match ended with the score of 4-6, 6-3, 7-6(7), 6-7(3), 70-68...Now some facts abt the match......... John Isner, Nicolas Mahut
John Isner who was very tall before this match served 112 aces(Far more than the sum of all aces served by Nadal through out the whole season...), They played a total of 183 games(Federer played 161 games last year in six matches and clinched the title), A match played for 11hrs(i still remember when i saw LOTR...I gt fever the next day and was on bed fr the next 2 days...and the film was arnd 7 hrs only.....).Both served a totle of arnd 220 aces(enough to win 12 sets or 4 matches...). But yea finally the match is over and tomorrow he will have to play again as his opponent waits fr him in the 2nd round....

BTW Today is a clash between Portugal and Brazil my 2 fav. teams in the tournament...Bt i still cant decide whom to support whom not to..And also India won Asia cup yahooooooo...

World cup gossip!

Shawrix | 9:04 pm | | 1 comments

OMGZWTHFAWR!

Whats happening in the fifa world cup ?.. I means it just topsy turvy..ulta pulta! Whenever i sit to watch a match between a powerful team and amateurs the powerfull team instead of bullying get bullied like a 9 year old! This is so irritating!!!

First it happened with Spain...My second favourite team...switzerland beat them 1-0...It was very dissappointing for spanish fans because these people are the real creators of football! And when they lose to Such bacha teams then its really frustating!

Okay gone is history ...but then again france lost to mexico...2-0..-_-...well i hate france..so i loved it! :P..But still have to say after zidane the team is in some deep trouble.

But Then few days back...the day came when my fav team Germany played with Serbia...i was watching with full interest because i wanted to see some rockets flyin towards the serbian goal side. BUT THAT DIDN'T HAPPEN! Serbia scored against Germany..BUH! ...Just because the referee was also playing with serbia players...the referee gave out 9 cards total! and also a sent off...germany's center forward! Poor klose...

My pop always supports the weaker team and i support the stronger side as i get a evil kind of feeling inside me! I love to see the small teams get bullied around the whole football ground HAHAHAHHA! Ahem...so yeah ..but he's winnin all the bets...damn these small teams..

And you know the world cup's (adidas jabulani) official football is in more controversies that the players itself.The ball is of so damn low quality that the players are finding it miserable to play with.The handling of the ball is zero for the goalkeepers!

Brazilian striker Robinho stated, "for sure the guy who designed this ball never played football. But there is nothing we can do, we have to play with it."

Argentina striker Lionel Messi stated, "The ball is very complicated for the goalkeepers and for us [strikers]."

Brazil goalkeeper Júlio César compared it to a "supermarket" ball that favored strikers and worked against goalkeepers.


Tonight there's a match between Germany vs Ghana and Serbia vs
 Australia...ill be watching both! ;)









Meet, Miss Understanding…

Ron Parker | 11:41 pm | , , , , , , , | 1 comments

"Ek aurat neeche khadi hai"(there is a women standing below) a person was asked to translate this into English and he said, "Missunderstanding!" This yesteryears joke is not what we are going to talk about, but what exactly misunderstanding can do to anyone. What role it plays in a person's life and in the society.

A person could be found vulnerable to his own ideas. Many people fail to understand themselves completely. They fail to know what exactly their potential is. Both in the matter of underestimation and over. This is just a case of simple misunderstanding. If we look out beyond ourselves, there are a lot of other aspects where misunderstanding plays the part and rest just follows.

A father and son slowly develop reasons to separate and finally face the dreaded moment. Two friends who share a strong bond might break it up because they failed to understand something. A student and a teacher might face the same. A word, a gesture or even a wrong expression could ruin your whole life. They are everywhere, in so many forms unimaginable, misunderstandings…are yet to be understood.

So many thoughts, so many minds, and much greater is the number of people living(some fail to think, some have…well, no minds…another one of my misunderstandings), if 2 people can develop huge misunderstanding, think of them in the whole world. If the concept of probability is applied, infinity no. of combinations could end up. Not only they exist among humans but animals and even between non-living things and living ones. It depends on how a person assesses his surroundings, and reacts to a situation. A planet if misunderstood for a star could disturb the whole astronomy and concept of the universe that we might have.

All in all, My aim was just to divert attention towards this very minute but effective topic. Avoiding misunderstanding is near to impossible but how you deal with them is where you become distinct from each other.


  • Ron Parker

I am what I am!

Shawrix | 11:44 pm | | 1 comments

Salam-Namastey!

So here am I after a long break.I was really busy this week in studying and sleeping .I had some thoughts revolving in my mind, so I thought of letting them lose…

First of all I just hate being formal…(hate hate hate hate) ..and I hate the places that are linked to formality…it feels like I am in a closed vacuum container ….and I am struggling for air. Whenever my parents are going to some relative I usually avoid going…Because  of F O R M A L I T Y …But sometimes I do get trapped and I am forced to go out wif my parents…on several occasion like Eid…iftar etc etc…and I am like ufff…ma for how many hours…2HRS!!! that’s like 2 years for me…But its not like that everytime…there are some relatives of mine whom I love going to!...

The most irritating part starts when the dinner is served!...’’Beta aaur leo aaur leo’’ (Son take more rice etc) …’’Aree yeh kya bas itna sa hi liya’’! (You took so less!!)…Like ill become Arnold Schewwasdfdsn….after eating this much. For once…let me eat peacefully…its like I have rented my stomach and my mouth when I go to such dinner’s…and don’t forget in the end..’’BAS KHA CHOKE’’?...



Talking of getting irritated…I dunno why people get irritated if you say the truth…well if you are fat your are fat…if you are bald you are bald…its just weird…why people don’t realize they are what they are.They fail to realize it by themselves… or maybe their brain fools them or something…and when you call them bald they go like What?! I aint bald…oh I am? WTH! This aint happening….
Same is the case with the people who make fun of em…Hey fatty!...and they laugh…okay its funny…but the person who is fat is like Yeah?...um…whats so funny…? But..yeah its funny ..sometimes though lol…there are some exceptions.

And whats with Black-white concept…You are black I am white …What the Heck….yeah you are black and you are white…so just shut the hell up …Why create a big fuss out of it?!....but some people target the race…that’s sad and its even more sad that people feel good after doing such things! *sigh*

PS: Beta booti to lii nahi!!! ( you didn’t take the chicken leg)

 


  -Supporting Germany Officially

Me and my first feelings of attraction...II

Ron Parker | 8:52 pm | | 3 comments

Continuation...

I never completed the homework given in the class(for some weird reason) and wouldn't do it the whole year. And the teachers would punish me every day for not doing so(though all liked me) and Believe me, I have had some of the worst punishment sessions anyone can ever imagine of. Slaps, kicks and even boxes against the wall. The girls would sit in the front row and cry seeing me get beaten up so bad, which would make me cry even more. After the teacher was done. I would sit back and cry more. The wet eyed girls would come and say, "Do you want me to complete it for you?" And my reply was no, it's my business and I will handle it. Now this girl called Kirti, whom I liked, missed a few classes and couldn't complete the notebook. But the surprising part was, she didn't complete it for many classes, "I can't understand anyone's handwriting and you don't complete it. So how to do it.?" She told me on asking. The next day I brought one of my notebooks completed! Gave it to her, she completed it and came to my home for returning it. Now that became a habit, she would purposely(I still think) not complete the notebook and ask me to complete it and bring it for her. And I would do it pleasurably.

We used to play a game during recess, which involved me and 2 of my friends plus all the girls. 12 people in the school during recess used to play a weird game. Hide and seek with a difference. We boys would hide anywhere in the school and the girls would seek us. 30 minutes was the deadline. If they fail, one of the girl brings the next day's lunch for the boys. If they succeed, I complete one of the girl's notebooks. Only I, coz I had a good handwriting back then, not now though.

Then I got rid of my bicycle coz the girls used to go in the bus, Joined the school bus. And I would enter the bus the last and find a place reserved for me, Near Kirti. She would keep it for me always. Didn't allow any of her friends too to sit. One day, the bus got damaged and we had to get down half way through. Since Me and Kirti didn't live far apart, we got down and started walking together. That day, for some reason, the paths were very calm, felt like everyone had vanished! After walking a fair distance, all quite without a word being uttered from both the mouths. She suddenly caught my hand. I had shivers sent up my spine and clutched her hand back. The whole way we walked without our hands leaving and tight lipped with no eye connection what so ever coz I was a shy kid and couldn't gather strength to do so.

A year had gone by in all this and I was 10. She came home, Gave me an invitation card...Hand written by her. It was her birthday, the next day. All the classmates were invited. That's the first time I had seen a cake in my life...always heard about it but never actually seen it. She got ready to cut it. And all gathered around her. Her father asked her to give the first piece to someone very special. She rightly gave it to her father. He had it and said, "no, not me among your class mates." She looked around and found me, came slowly and gave to me in my mouth. Ahh...That is among the most romantic moments of my life and will always be.

I have written it all today because she was born on 13th of June. And the day is tomorrow. I completely dedicate the post to her and my first feelings of attraction...

  • Rajesh Pareek

 

Me and my first feelings of attraction...

Ron Parker | 8:42 pm | | 1 comments

Namastey!

Yusuf's last post was well written and reminded me of my days in India. Though I wasn't ragged. The days were too young to be thinking about ragging. This post tells about when and how the feeling for the opposite sex developed in me. The incidents and things that took place which I will always remember, including my first crush.

I was about 9 year old at the time. The town was Fatehpur Shekhawati, Rajasthan, India. I had been studying in this school from when it was built, and I was the third admission in the school in KG. The School is called...Seth Hanuman Prasad Dhanuka Adarsh Vidya Mandir.

Since I was among the earliest of admissions, the school was literally like my second home. I had seen everyone join in, from 3 people to 800 in about 6 years. The teachers were nice to me, the sweepers, security, the bell guy...all knew me like they would to their son. I also used to play the dholak(an Indian musical instrument like both the sides of table joined end to end) in the assembly everyday during the prayer. Always felt special in the school. All this kept me in the limelight among the students big or small(girls big or small u could say).

Now until I was 8, never knew about the attraction between a girl and a boy but slowly started feeling it. I had 9 girls in my class and 16 boys. All the nine girls suddenly started talking with a smile and a blush. And I started doing the same. The environment of the class was all of a sudden very different. Everyone had butterflies in the stomach the whole day. And after the school when I would leave on my Bike, my eyes would meet with other girls on the way and I would return home all happy! I didn't know but I was slowly growing up and so were all my classmates.

Now because I was recognized all over the school, I started having girls around me all the time. We would all eat together, the whole school, and I started seeing more and more girls accompanying me to lunch. I didn't complain. Why would I? I liked it all. Developed special liking for one particular girl. Kirti is her name. I have never seen anything more beautiful than her. There might be girls whom the world considers extra ordinary but because she was the first one to strike the chords of my heart, she'll always maintain a special place in here. But there were other girls too, Nilima, Surbhi, Parul, Pooja, Krishna, Mahi etc. I enjoyed being with them too. All were nice girls.

We had our history class in which the teacher always asked some or the other questions from the book. He used to start it from the front row and move back slowly if they didn't know the answer. The one who knew the answers got to slap everyone who didn't know it. Since the girls used to sit in the front and I was the last person. I frequently got this opportunity to slap the whole class. I off course used to slap the boys hard but the girls would get them light. There was another rule, If the punisher slaps lightly, he or she would be slapped back by the same person. And guess what?...I would always get it back from the girls! Once when Kirti was given the chance, she came to slap me and did it very lightly, I was asked to slap back and I did the same. We slapped each other 2 more times but no use. The teacher then slapped both of us very hard bu there seemed to be no signs of regret.

continued...

HOSTELING the life!

yusuf khan | 8:20 pm | | 2 comments

Hay ya..

so whats snaking??

06th January 2005,
The days were cold, i was not so old. I had been in HOSTEL then, Delhi was the place.
Friends were good tough, but some spoilt as well. It was my first time that i had ever been away from my parents for such a long time. Once in three months my parents were allowed to meet me that too for 1hour. I was a fresher then to the INDIAN SYSTEM for everything. Did not even know what ragging was all about. So the first day i jumped into the ocean of evilness was in 2005, My father got me all the stuff required to live like a criminal. I was looking at my father while he was driving me to the hostel and my eyes could say "papa please don't, i promise i will never disturb ma again" but no effect on him. he wanted to get rid of one devil atleast and i was randomly chosen.
In 30 min's we reached to out destination, the walls of the school were two story high. No chance of jumping, dump jumping there was no question of climbing! The school was beautiful but the HOSTEL was just the opposite. Father left me with no options but to accept the fact that this is what IT IS!
Paper work complete, formalities complete, time for him to leave.. he leaves without a word said, but a HUG instead. (how could he do that? not even 'i love u beta' not even a 'bye'??) that made me cry..
I looked at the car driven off till i could see nothing but an empty road with cool breeze all around.. I said to myself, time for me to take care of myself, thing that i had never done before.
It was evening then, I was taken to the dometry by my WORDEN ( that sun of a GUN ) threw my bag on the bed and said get ready! I took shower by water that was just next to freezing point, i was not allowed by my seniors to access the heater. I could do nothing for they were older then me, as i was thought ISLAMIC moral values at home. It did not allow me to do anything out of my values.
Dinner.. i somehow was taken to the dinning area by some good mates. 500+ students looked at me at the same time! maybe because i was a late fresher. yes, i was one month late for the new academic year.
Dinner done, the food made me sick and i had to throwup. It was not easy to digest half cooked chapati.

Now comes the most interesting past of the POST "ragging" well YES i was ragged,
1. Three rounds of the dometry with my pillow inbetween my legs,
2. 20 pull ups, 20 push ups,
3. Introduced myself while singing,
4. told my hobbies while dancing,
5. this point cannot be disclosed as it may or may not be disturbing to readers
6. this point is also not to be disclosed as it may lead to feeling of sympathy for me.

(tumhari *****, tumhari ****) that is what i had in my mind all the time..
2 hours ragging done.. all the seniors gathered around me for the last time and asked me how do u feel? i said "galiyan dene ka man kar raha hai!" they all laughed and said "chal de" it mairly took me a fraction of a second to recollect all the BAD words i had ever known.
I started to blabber out every bit of myself, when i finished they again asked anymore BAD words you left with i said no! they laughed at me again and asked me so boy how do u feel now? Very good (with my chest to its double size) they then told me "well this was a personality development program don't take us seriously we are very sure that now you do feel like one of us!" and damn yes i did feel like one of them, in just 2-3 hours time they had come so close I HAD NO MORE FEARS of living alone.
I thought all the seniors were BAD but NO i was wrong, all were Delhi's toppers no one below 81% in any exam.
They just wanted to have fun and stay cool all the time, In just few days no one was a stranger, I had known all of them. The funnest part was in the morning.. there were only 3 bathrooms where HOT water was available and the rest 7 had cold watered.. these 7 were for us (juniors).
Out of those 3 bathrooms each bathroom had 4 seniors taking bath at the sane F***ING time!
and we use to hear voices "abe saale apna haath apni jagah pe rakh" and "yar plz idher bhi sabun lagana yar" and "kaminey! tune mera underwear pehna???" hahahah lolzzz
we juniors use to go early to the bathrooms to listen to these dialogs..
Then came 06th January,
we all classmates were very good friends by then, just because we all knew whats under eachothers cloths! lolzz... well thats what happens in BOY'S HOSTEL.. ALL BOYS ROAM AROUND NAKED IN THE MORNING!
So we were just talking about our families and thats when i realized that i had not spoken to my family for a month now.
well basically they did not call and i would not call as i was snaking angry!
I asked one of my friend 'when can i call my parents?' 3 months he replied. no no i mean when can i call them? like on phone! TWICE a month he answered, what??? well can i call now?
he said NO there is a specific time to call and u have missed the time for this month but not to worry you will be able to call them next month till then be angry on them thats how you will not remember them, thats what i do! this is what he explained to me. (I could do nothing again)
So one morning my friends came out laughing from the washrooms.. i was like what the hell? whats wrong with you people? They would not answer their hands were covering their mouths..
they all stood in a line and removed their hand from their mouths.. DAMN! they had shaved off their mustaches! I mean all of them at the same snaking time??
I felt so left out as i was the only junior with mustaches. No beard only mustache at that time.
They all forced me, shook me, hung me, shouted on me to cut my mustaches but No i would not CUT was my slapping reply!
Alright your wish! They said..
The same night when all slept including me my mates took ropes and tied my hands and legs to the bed while i was sleeping and suddenly i was waken up by one of the worst noises in the world, the noise of a working trimmer!
The next thing i know was, one of my friend was on my chest, 2 on my both hands and 2 on both my legs. They eventually looked like devils..
YOU HAVE NO CHOICE! *dhhhrrrrrrr TTttttrrrrrr * Trimmer was run over my mustaches..
I was then untied.. and they ran away at the same moment. I looked at the mirror and for once i thought my face looks like 'shaved ass of a Dog!'
But in the school the next day I was complimented by a number of girls..
HOSTEL WAS A GREAT EXPERIENCE!
Both good and bad, i gained all the bad habits from there. But defiantly learned many things about life.
-yusuf khan (yk) the ragged one!

Dhan te nan! Love for the ©elebrities!

Shawrix | 11:16 pm | | 1 comments

Marhaba!

Kefal hal? Anta zain ana maloom!

We all love ©elebrities dont we? ..when we are asked why....it maybe because of the looks..their style..fashion...popularity...music..etc etc.But what kind of love is this?..The actual defination of love is that two people should meet and interact with each other some or other way to get some kind of connection.Then how do we start loving and getting mad to meet the stars?...Its simple..Their work speaks for itself.ITs their work that tells us that they are some awesome people, who have loads of money and style, talent etc.After getting to know all this we become  crazy about them and we try our best to meet or interact with these stars.

The stars are like horses used in horse racing.Till they are well and fit for the film industry, they are well
pampered over there.But once they get injured or lose their popularity they are thrown out.Its all about
maintaining yourself, just like showpieces.

Stars = showpieces!

I also happen to love many celebrities...numerous of them! but i had never experienced talking to any one of them.

Once upon a time i read on fb that aamir khan was coming on fb for a online video chat...to promote his film.I was not excited at all, but i kept the date he was coming in mind.As the day came when he had to come online... i forgot about it..but as i went to fb i quickly recalled and went to the site, just to end my curiosity...nah as i said i was'nt all that excited like a big fan! OMG HES COMING! Nope not at all.But i was doing absolutely nothing..gettin bored so i felt like watchin the video chat.

He was actually online..i was busy observing him..he was talking to people through their text...so i thought
of chatting with him too...But everything isn't that easy...there were 2 lakh people online and the messages were going with the speed of light.As he kept talking to people..i became really frustated...aur phir panga hogaya.
Now it was more of a zidd(stubborn behaiviour) by my side.I went there to just watch it peacefully and became jealous as he was talking to other people but..neglecting me!.

The funnier side was...my father said pay no attention to it its recorded! My sister was still not intrested..
and there was this guy tipu who's tota(parrot) had died and he was announcing that on the chat...and aamir responded n a funny manner.

I was still determined...as only 15mins were left...i tried typing everything which would have gotten his attention.. but alas..nothing worked...i left the chair irritated...and back to square zero...then my sister came..to me and said wait ill tell you what to type...she told me many things...but worthless.(so much to get noticed..it was more of a panga with others).Then i got angry and typed ''U look FAT'' and left the seat blabbering #@!#!Then my sister.. said hey he's replying to what you said...i said WhaT?!...are you sure? She said Yes..!

I was so happy..but couldn't understand the reason of it...well i think it was because he mentioned my name...when so many people were spamming the chat...just to talk to him!..here's the video of my part...(Found it online somehow)

PS: There was a guy who was spamming ...TAKE MY NAME! TAKE MY NAME!..hahaha
 
Shariq (All is well)

JUNE 8 IS THE DATE...........

Guru | 1:48 am | | 3 comments



June 8 is the date on which we will celebrate the birthday of our mate……….

This 1 for our special friend Raj (laakhon post duniya k liye magar yeh post tere liye…. Like salman khan in heroes). His last teen year as he became 19 today. So it’s a celebration time…..but the party is later in July due to some reasons that no 1 knows……so u all are welcome…..

I still remember when he joined the school…. A small 11 year old boy looking really cool calm and charming always ready to help and always wants his friends to be happy

I learnt a lot from him as he was the one who taught me a lot of moral values and also helped me in studies…..

So wishing him once again a very happy birthday…..and here are some of the lines that I composed for him on this special occasion………

LIGHT WAS FATE

WINDS WERE GREAT

IT WAS THE MORNING OF June 8

AS IT WAS THE BIRTH OF MY BEST MATE

THE MASTER OF ARTS

THE KING OF HEARTS

CRICKET IS HIS GAME

RAJESH PAREEK IS HIS NAME……


A song fr u...."College de wich padh de aan mauj mastiyan karde aan saanu naa koi kuch vi kahe"……

I am Human

Ron Parker | 6:52 pm | , , , , , , | 1 comments

Hi,

I am human. I am selfish. I will do nothing for you, if you feel I am doing it...It's because I feel good after doing it. So it is my selfishness that is making me do it. I do nothing for anybody but expect everybody to do everything for me.

If I do any good deed, It is because I want a place in Heaven, It has nothing to do with anything else. If I say I love you and I care for you...because I really Love you and want you to be MINE for ever.... I care for you, Because now you belong to ME...and anything that I own should not be scratched or damaged...If you leave me, I call you names, I call you a Traitor and will sacrifice my whole life to someday see you left the same way...sometimes I even act like I am sacrificing MY love...that is because I want to look good among people...in the eyes of my loved one or even sometimes I feel what would god think about ME? I like to keep a good Reputation of MYSELF anywhere I go.

If I call you my friend...That is because I get happy Every time I see you...or when I talk to you...I get entertained...but when you start boring ME...I leave you...I find new people who can entertain ME...

I might sometimes die doing something for MY country, MY parents, MY friends or MY religion etc...but that is to make sure I receive Heaven and remain ahead of you all. I like to compete for everything...but more that that I like to win...If I lose, I will consolidate MYSELF by saying, " MY day will come" because If I don't...I lose confidence...and I will start feeling bad...I don't like that...and the day when I win...I want to you to feel bad...to feel lost, to feel out of confidence and stay stranded, because you made ME feel bad someday...because I like revenge.

I say you are my brother or sister...even you don't do any good to me and also don't entertain ME, you hurt ME too...because If I don't...What will the people think of ME?...I will have no reputation in the eyes of MY parents but most importantly in the society...I will lose many opportunities...people might stop helping me...especially yours and mine parents...

Sometimes I do things for you without conditions...but there is always a hidden reason behind it all...I also want you to do something for me in return some day or the other...Even if you think we might never meet...I always hope that we meet someday, and at the place where I am stranded and need help...and you are reminded of the past help I did...If you refuse to help...I curse you...If you feel I am not...Think again...I will leave it to God and make sure he will punish you someday...

But there are exceptions...Sometimes I am a mother, a father...I try my best to remain Selfish...But can't...sometimes I become damaged...I go mad and lose MY selfishness...But because all the selfish around ME think I become dangerous for them...So they Capture ME and live happily in their Selfish world...

I am telling you all this because I want you to appreciate MY thinking and like ME even more so that anything good or bad I write in future is read by you so for that reason alone...I will say sorry if I hurt your feelings.


  • Rajesh Pareek

Degree of Randomness........

Guru | 11:21 pm | | 2 comments

A very good evening, morning or afternoon,depending on the time you read at to all my frnds or i must say brothers and there sisters.........As my brother Raj wrote something random.....It was a good post(although i am still trying to understand what it was.....).....But  I suddenly got inspired of it and thought about actin random.........Also because i dont want Raj to take this award simply.....so there should be some nominations or someone to give him a fight for this award.


What is the degree of Randomness???This is among some of the only things that i remember from my 11th chemistry.....Really boring class and boring subject but not more than physics......Wth!!i feel physics is really boring!!!!Can some explain me how the hell can a person become a Mechanical engineer if he dnt evn like Physics......There is no Cure fr a person getting irritated frm physics.....so i advice that prevention is better than cure........:D

I was feeling bore so i thought lets share my feelings with you peepz.....May be it may give a kind of happiness..So last few weeks were not much happening although a lot happened but nothing much exciting or worth writing a post on it......Some ups and downs in skool as usual......So i was not able to balance myself.....

It's so boring these days that i even feel sleepy in the bus but never slept in the bus......But its not the case with me only....Recently one of my friend was traveling in dubai by bus......He had his NOL(card used to travel by Public transport in dubai) but there was no credit in it.....So he took a Nol from his friend which had credit for 1 trip....He went to the place but while coming back the credit finished off......So he thought not to tag the card while getting into the bus....And he did so,But by doing this he was traveling illegally and could have been fined if caught doing so........So,what this means is that he must have been alert during his trip....

But what this guy did that he slept during his journey....(silly guy) as if he is traveling in a plane that too first class......The bus was too big so the driver couldn't concentrate on one passenger......he kept on sleeping until a wise person made him realize that he was on land and was alive.....And when he got up he saw that he was half way back to the place frm where he board his bus......And then he came back walking all the way from there to his house.

Well i think that even you must be getting bored and feeling sleepy by reading what i have written....Because i am myself  feeling sleepy of what i'm writing......But sometimes i feel that even this is an art.....I mean making some feel sleepy by writing something. For ex: Physics.............

I guess i'm Guru(a boring guru).......

Dying...to live.

Shawrix | 11:32 pm | , , , , , , , , | 1 comments

Hey Dostonnn!

Well as most of the posts are based on Snakes this week..So i decided to touch a very sensitive topic.I recently watched a film on human trafficking and i was thrown away by its bitter truth and reality.We live our daily lives morning to evening without a single change in our lives.But there are some people out there in this world who desperately want to ruin and play with some ones life.

The people who run this trafficking business are ''Put your fav bad word here''.They want to make money out of people's lives.This is one nature of a human which is really in deep shit.These people buy women, small girls just to sell them and ruin their life...what do they get? They get MONEY..which they will take with them to hell.There are two voices in our soul..one that guides us on the right path and one that deviates us...and these people have none of these..because to have these voice's you should have a soul first.

Some people think that these girls sell themselves by their own choice.I would like to ask one question to such people..Who would strangle himself? a normal human won't.Every person on this earth has his/her own privacy and no one
wants to ruin it.They are forced into the so called 'Sin city'.

Men are considered to be as the guardians, friends,  supporters.But some men have ruined this image of a guardian..the one who guards the women and assures her safety ..whether as a father, brother or as a son or even as a stranger.Well in my language they are considered as eunuchs who forget their goal to guard a women.I am not saying that women are weak, but when women don't really do any harm to men(well most of them don't) then why act as fools then.

In Mexico,Argentina, New jersey ...all these place the roads are rotting with pimps and unfortunate girls..who have lost their home..and are dying everyday to live.The privacy i have talked about earlier...plays a very important role in our social interaction.If this 'Privacy' is missing then a person get psychologically weak and his/her life becomes a living hell.This world ...people ...enjoyment...becomes nothing to them..absolutely nothing.

What is the world doing? well nothing..and that to adds up to the crime.The traffickers cant get away if there's strict checking on the borders.But all the people that are involved are corrupt and this leads to nowhere but..more
trafficking of women.Women are brought to a particular country with to apply for a job..But they are trapped by eunuchs who have nothing to do in this world.

The film I mentioned in the beginning was a Hollywood film Trade(2007) its a story about a boy searching for his sister kidnapped by human traffickers.Awesome story, emotion and storyline.This is one of the most emotional scenes in the film.



My aim was not to make anyone sad...but to take out the fire in my heart against these people in anyway i could.

Tc


Shariq(wants to get hold of these people)

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