LOVE

Bonda hills,Malkangiri,Orissa

Bonda,the world's most aboriginal tribe.According to research 20 Bondas die on an avg. every year,50 are injured and 30 land in police custody following brawls under the influence of liquor.Bows and arrows are wielded against each other.In addition,the tribe has a custom of men(read boys) marrying women older than them. In the past several years, the Bonda population has been stagnant around 5,500.

In the past two decades, efforts by the state government and NGO's to usher in modern ways of life and practices into the villages has not been successful. The tribe has shown little inclination for modern medicines and health care provided by outsiders. The Bondas' believe in the use of herbs and roots for serious ailments. Medicines provided by the Health Department have been rejected — one reason for the high death rate and stagnant population.

For uplifting the tribe,Govt. has formed B.T.D.A(Bonda Tribe Development Authority) and appointed Prakash Agarwal,I.A.S as Director of the authority and his wife Dr.Veda Agarwal as medical officer.

23 April,1983.........

While Prakash Agarwal visiting the hospital, found a woman rejecting to take medicine for her serious ailment.He asked his wife to convince her.He tried all the ways to convince her.Finally by force, he insisted to take the medicine and this has earned him a villain image in the tribe.

4 May,1983...........

In their way of morning walk, they have been surrounded by group of Bonda men.An youngster pointed a suchi(poisonous arrow)at him.To save his husband,she came in b/n and a second is enough for the poison to spread all over the body.The next minute, another arrow touched his heart.

They made the couple into pieces and threw both the heads at B.T.D.A office.This is the way Bondas treat their enemies.This made B.T.D.A as a passive organisation

4 May,2007..........

B.T.D.A office at malkangiri received a D.D from France.A Small message at the back of D.D............."In memoir of Late Prakash and Veda Agarwal, please spend this 5 lakh rupees for the Bonda tribe development.I ll join u by December."

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" If an angel come with a color paper and asks me to write about love-I write my feelings,my aspirations and everything regarding Lekha.Lekha Agarwal,my heart throb.If I find the angel as Lekha herself,I would be the luckiest and happiest person as I cant express my love in the life time"

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INSEAD,France

Hi, I am Siddarth.Its the name given by my parents.Of course, they have given nothing except the name.When I was 5, they have been divorced.They think more about their careers and never their son come in the way.They both married again after divorce and left me to the international schools.

All thru the career,I have never been at second place in academic records.Teachers have always praised,"Whether it is science project/maths assignment, no body can do better than Siddarth."

I can read, analyse,reproduce perfectly only on papers.I cant even give a single verbal answer.I am such an introvert,who is unable to gossip with friends too.I blame my parents for the condition.If they had loved and cared,I wouldn't have got this condition.Who the hell asked to give birth,if they cant take the responsibility in hands?

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Abhishek shouted," Hey Siddarth, wake-up.Its already 6 a.m"

In sleep,I half-replied,"oooooooo........."

"Just wake-up, today is ur birth day"

Sleep has three-forth gone,"then........."

"I arranged a party and all are waiting at........"

I have stood on the bed and raged,"Why? Where? When?"

He just smiled and said,"For pleasure..........At college canteen......Exactly at 7 a.m"

"Ooh stupid....! pleasure for u and tension for me.U will enjoy the party with girls on my name and my condition................."

"Take it easy,Dude"

I can gossip,argue and do everything freely with only one individual in this world-Abhishek,my best friend from the graduation.For every one he is a cool pal.Ever smiling guy always saying,"Take it easy,Dude"

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At party hall,Lekha wished me happy birth day and in tension and confusion,I have given napkin to her and everyone in the hall laughed at once.This made my condition so worse that unable to spell-out 'sorry' even.She laughed,has took napkin and effaced on my wet face.

After the party, every one moved to academic block as final CAM results are out.I moved to seminar room as there is nothing much for me to do with the results.

Comfortably I found the seminar hall vacant.When I am in thoughts of guilty for my behaviour at party hall,Lekha has come there."Lekha..........."just I wanted to ask her apology but words are not coming out.

She asked,"Have u seen the results?"

I said,"Actually Lekha,napkin , me ,tension........"'ohh god! whats the hell.Give me a little power to say words in order'

She again asked,"Leave it man,Do u know the result?"

"Lekha,Sorry,napkin,tension......."

She held my neck and said,"U idiot! leave it and u topped the batches"

I am surprised and in stun asked"What?"

"U stupid...! U r the highest percentage scorer in the history of insti."

While I am in shock,every one approached and finally professor entered and started,"Dears,Every year I see a topper.The toppers have got sum speciality.They have sum different thinking and attitude.I congratulate this year topper Siddarth"

Silence in the room turned into a loud applause.

He continued"I read his paper on 'Economic drought eradication thru market liberalization'.Really its the best idea and analysis.Every year we arrange an INSEAD alumni meet in which our best student of the year will adreess the whole INSEAD alumni and this year Siddarth got that chance

The bomb has been blasted over my head.I may be a topper but I cant address any meet.

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Their topic has turned on to love.I am just there at the farewell party but my brain is roaming sumwhere else......

sumone asked Lekha,"What is love?"

Lekha tried to answer,"Love is sumthing......." and unable to continue,in turn asked me,"Siddarth, u say what is love?"

I have many things to say.The feeling which I have for her is love.What my parents don't have for me is love........Many things but the same old problem,unable to say out a single word.

I looked at Abhi for the help.He just smiled but Lekha observed it and asked,"OK Abhi,U say What is love?"

He has given a pleasant smile and said,"Love is beauty"

Lekha exclaimed,"Beauty means.......!?"

He normally said,"Beauty means happiness"

She was surprised and asked,"Do u mean that love spreads happiness?"

He instantly,"It spreads if there is no selfishness in love."

She continued questioning,"What selfishness u can get in love?

The intelligent Abhi stopped sipping his drink and said,"Expecting anything back is selfishness.Unable to get back the expected spreads glumness."

"Ooh maverick! unable to understand........"

He just smiled with a spark in his eyes and said,"Love is just giving and forgiving.Giving and not expecting.Love is a feeling of happiness.Love is just a gaiety of beauty.Elating everything with a smile,trial and finally winning is love.Winning and distributing the fruits of win is love."

With a splosh,she asked,"U mean,u don't need anyone to love u..."

He is quite normal as earlier ,"People say,U want another heart to recognise ur smile and a shoulder to cry.That's why one should love

But if u look 2 inches down ur left shoulder,U find the reason for ur cry.Smash it and smile,the entire world starts loving u.

Give love.Dont expect it.It would come to u."

She half-nodded her head.

In room,I asked,"Abhi,can we love every instance,situation and person without any difference?U know, what I have lost in my life.I cant love my parents at any cost.I hate them for they have never cared me."I bursted out and cried,"I hate this bloody world as it never cared me"

He moved close and said,"Siddarth,at first we have to grow up as an humanbeing then we have to think about others.Deceivers always try to betray us.They misinterpret our humanness as incapability.We cant hate the entire world because of one or two cheaters.Loving every one is the only way for infinite happiness.U can smile every second if u love everyone.WHAT HAPPENS IS NOT IMPORTANT AS HOW U REACT TO WHAT HAPPENS"

My attitude and fear are half-dead but its completely dead after 2 days.

After 2 days ,I met Lekha at college auditorium and she asked about my topic for the speech at alumni.I bursted out again and said that I couldn't deliver any speech because of my parents

She heard me with patience and in return she told me the story of Prakash and Veda Agarwal.I was bit normal hearing as I know the story before but I was mystified hearing about the D.D they received on 4 May,2007.

Her final words changed my attitude completely and I decided to reveal the pleasant secret behind Agarwal's life in my speech-"NOTHING IN LIFE IS SO HARD THAT U CANT MAKE IT EASIER BY THE WAY U TAKE IT."

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INSEAD ALUMNI MEET,2007

We know that every student of INSEAD love to attend the alumni meet.Reaching our expectation,the hall hasnt got a single vacant seat.Most of the old students are present days ' leading CEO's

I has come over dais.From the dias,I looked at Lekha and she raised her thumb and then searched for Abhi and found him at the hall entrance.

I came near to the podium and started,"My Dear brothers and sisters of INSEAD"Every one turned their attention on to the dais."My name is Siddarth.By God's grace I am the topper of the insti and thus I got this oppurtinity to address u.U r all leaders of present day economy.What can I address u?U know pretty much than me and u know,how to win over the deadly deals

As I got the chance,lets allow me to tell a leader's life story.The life story of a leader,who mastered the skill of winning hearts.The life of a leader,whose only weapon to target people is love"

I took a pause and looked at Lekha.She stood smiling and Abhi has been stunned as he never expected me to deliver such a good speech.

"Ok Friends, can anyone define love?"

There is no much change in the hall.They are winning leaders in business but none know about love beacuse they feel,there is nothing much for them to do with love.

"By ur silence ,I can conclude that u feel love as an object beyond expression but I challenge u change ur attitude after hearing my leaders story

Friends,sum of u may know about Bondas ,the worlds most aborginal tribe.In 1983,to uplift the tribe,Indian govt. has appointed Prakash Agarwal and Veda Agarwal.Misinterpreting them as enemies,Bondas killed the couple on 4 May,1983.After 24 years,the BTDA at orissa received a DD of 5 lakh rupees from France.Do u know ,who has sent that D.D?"

I took a pause and looked at the entire audience.Everybody sit with a question mark face but one person is looking at the sky thru the window.

" At the time of their death,they had got a 2 month baby and that baby is presently at INSEAD,France.He is going to sacrifice his luxurious life for the tribe,Which killed his parents.I feel he is the leader and I proud to say that he is none other than my friend Abhi ,Sorry,..Abhishek Agarwal,son of Mr.and Mrs.Prakash Agarwal"

The deep silence in the hall has been turned into a long appaulse and a standing ovation.

1 more minute.......,

I am sorry that I have written the worst blog and wasted ur time.I can expect ur comments before hand,"No logic in the story,worst story line etc., etc.,I invite and accept every comment of u.

Sum days before,I had read a novel in telugu.This story is just a tribute to the novel.If u want to know about love,I suggest u to read that interesting novel-"PREMA" by Yandamoori veerendranath.The writer got a strong story back up and fine definitions of love in the story itself(Sum lines of this blog has been copied from that novel)

DREAMED DELIGHTS

While I see your sweet face and know that the song of my love pleases u…..Alas.! What comfort I find! But when u turn away your eyes and I no longer see in your sweet favor that your taking pleasure in my song, how my soul suffers! But I don’t stop loving u…on singing the hymn of my loves of your pleasure…ohh dream! its a delight for me to sing ur song”
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Pleasure marks of the rain over earth vanish with in seconds. Alas..! Your intimate marks of love remains in my heart forever. God believes in creating an angel for me and in turn created you. I sing the hymn of love for you. When your eyes turn away from me, my heart starts pounding the sorrow and when your eyes look at me, my brain ceases off. It’s my body with your soul. ohh dream! It’s a delight for me to sing your song

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It’s a pleasure for me to love you. The real love never expects any thing back. Alas.! But my heart is expecting a lot of love from you. When your eyes turn away, it seems that world is punishing me and when your eyes look at me; it resembles my mother’s care. My soul looses its identity entering you. Alas.! A second is enough to loose myself in your lap. ohh dream! It’s a delight for me to sing your song

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How to start this story? The story which has broken hearts ….How to explain the days which played with our souls? How to describe the pleasure of loosing we faced? How to propagate the delights we enjoyed and dreams we shared?



RISHI SPEAKS………
4May, 2006
It may be the quite common day for all others but it’s an uncommon day for me. It’s for the sake I have fallen in love. Its not mere infatuation. It’s definitely the delight of love and the fragrance of a dream. Yes, I found that she is my dream girl. It took an year for me to decide but now I am sure that she is a dreamed delight for me.

Today’s night exactly at 12a.m, Uttam came with a cover in hand. He hugged me and wished ‘happy birthday’ in his quite common conventional nature. I am happy that I have received wishes from parents, friends but unhappy that I haven’t received any wishes from my best pal-sweat dream girl-Shriuta

Clock struck 12a.m and the whole hostel is in deep silence as we have an exam tomorrow. Uttam wished and left me alone in the room. After an hour Uttam came and said, “cheer up man! Shri will definitely wish u.” I bluntly said, “I don’t need” He again asked, “Why are u angry?”

I just remained silent. Uttam may be my best friend but he cant understand my feelings. She is not only my heart but also my brain, senses, aspirations and everything. I haven’t expressed my love but I love her for the sake, ‘she is for me’

Breaking my thoughts, Uttam put a cover in my hand and said, “Shri has given it in the evening” Anxiously I opened and found a small book-let. I opened the first page and found the note, “Come out of the room” I came out and Uttam followed. We turned the page and found, “Come to the ground floor”
I want to turn the pages fast. I might have done if it doesn’t contains the foot note “Don’t break my heart
By turning the pages fast”
We reached the ground floor and found, “Come to Shuttle-court" I was bit confused but Uttam made me to follow him. We reached and turned for last page, “Now I am here for u”
I am completely confused and put a question mark at Uttam. He smiled and switched on the lights.I almost cried looking ‘Shriuta with a cake’ in the corner.
I forgot about my birthday and cried, “What’s the hell going here? Is this the time to enter boys hostel?”
She just smiled and said, “No. So I entered in the evening only.”
“What?”
“Yes. Its difficult to come out of girls hostel at night. So I came in the evening and sat here. As exams are going on, nobody noticed me in the shuttle court.”
“What about ur exam?”
“I brought the required books along with me”
“Are you mad?”
She put her hand on my head, molishing my hairs said, “You are my best pal and I can do anything for u” She lit the candles and I celebrated the most memorable birth day in my life.

6May,2006
Life can never be an open circuit. It is a closed circuit with many connexions and shocks. Today’s evening is a pleasant Sunday evening. We both reached our college ground with a ‘555 cigarette packet’ We lit and took the first puff and before my second puff, a smooth hand making a large sound slapped me. Hearing the sound, Uttam dropped the cigarette. After a few seconds, I am able to see this world and able to see the person who have slapped me. The same person who had wished me ‘happy birth day’ in her pleasant style have slapped me now.
I stood as a criminal. No words between us. She put her hand before me and I placed cigarette packet. She has left without speaking a single word. I might have felt happy if she cursed me like anything.(From that day, I have taken a lot of care to hide myself while smoking)

12May,2006
Today while we were in the examination hall, peon came and handed over a slip to invigilator. Invigilator asked, “Who is Uttam?” Uttam read it and started writing the exam again. Answering our question mark faces, he just smiled and sighed us to complete the exam fast.
We completed exam before half-an-hour. He put the slip in shri’s hand, “Ur mother is in serious condition. As ur mobile is switched off. They phoned to the college.-principal”
Reading it, I had seen into Uttam’s eyes. No changes in his eyes. He is quite normal as earlier. That second looking at his eyes I thought about the world is going to face the ever greatest materialist soon.
I asked him, “What to do?”
He said, “Nothing, I have to go.”
“Shall I accompany u?”
He bluntly answered, “No”
Shriuta warned him, “Uttam,18th is ur next exam and that to the dirtiest paper, ‘Insurance policy making and fund management’
He smiled, “I’ll take care.”
Shriuta arranged a railway ticket and we dropped him at railway station. Train is half-an-hour late. I have again seen into the Uttam’s eyes. No change in him. He lost father in the childhood. Now he is going to have last look at his mother. The train had left and uncontrollably two tears were dropped from my eyes. Shriuta rounded her hand on my waist and said, “Uttam can handle the situation. He is not a normal guy.”


18May,2006
Today’s morning at 8a.m,Uttam have come back with his head completely shaved. Coming into the room he asked, “Whats the exam time?”
“9a.m”
He bathed in a hurry and read the index of a 1400 pages book carefully.
We reached the examination hall and almost all our faces lost colors when we have seen the paper. Fund management question paper is with complete reasoning. It is hard for us to pass even. I looked at Uttam. He dropped his pen and started meditating.
Shriuta called him. He whispered, “I am gone”
She asked, “Shall I jump there?” He was stunned and said, “No”
“Then”
“I will come there”
She requested her bench mate to move aside. He jumped benches escaping the invigilator’s notice. I also managed to go near them. We exchanged the papers and if three ever greatest brains are coped up, it’s damn easy to manage the dirty funds. We completed the exam and thus we are into the last semester.


22June,2006
We are enjoying our last semester. We all are placed in ‘Reliance-capital’. Though we can get high salaries in other companies, we rejected all other opportunities for working together. Uttam’s condition is quite different. He doesn’t deserve this job but he opted to join for us.
These days, really I am dreaming heavily. My dreams have no limits. ‘Shriuta with me in my dreams’ I want to propose but I have no courage. I know that I am the perfect match for her and she can’t deny me even.

Ohh…God…! Please provide me courage.
“Pleasure marks of the rain over earth vanish with in seconds. Alas..! Your intimate marks of love remains in my heart forever. God believes in creating an angel for me and in turn created you. I sing the hymn of love for you. When your eyes turn away from me, my heart starts pounding the sorrow and when your eyes look at me, my brain ceases off. It’s my body with your soul. ohh dream! It’s a delight for me to sing your song”




UTTAM SPEAKS……
I have no idea of telling my story to anyone. Actually I have no habit of writing diary like Rishi.
First instance of my story have started when I was born and lost my father on the same day. What a luck! My birthday and my father’s death day is same. Till the day, I never celebrated my birthday.
Though my father died earlier, he arranged everything for me and my mother. We never faced any financial problems till my 8th standard but mentally it’s a great draw back. No other can know my pain when the teacher questioned, “What is your father?” Of course, Pain only can teach several things.
The financial problem started when I was in 8th standard. Doctors examined my mother and diagnosed the cancer. My mother rejected to take treatment. At that time, I had no idea of treatment cost and all others but I wanted my mother. I could cost anything for her and I convinced her.
Even the bank-balance, immovable, movable properties couldn’t support our expenditure. The ball was in my court. I had to earn something, otherwise I couldn’t continue my mother’s treatment. At that small age, I got the idea of teaching some one else but unable to get a single student. Finally I got 2 students with a payment of Rs.400/month
Its hard to survive with that money. I thought a lot. Finally, I tried for a life-insurance advisory license on my mother’s name and started my career as a life-insurance agent. But its hard for an introvert to market life-insurance policies. My loneliness in childhood turned me into an introvert. Though I was failed as a life-insurance advisor, it taught me several things about financial management, stock-broking, risks etc.,
In my 10th standard, we had left behind with no immovable property more. We sold all the properties for treatment. After my 10th standard, I joined as a trades-man in a sugar factory. My work is to check the molasses quality and my salary is mere Rs.900/month.I have to rush to firm at 8a.m,college at 10a.m,again firm at 3p.m.They have an instrument to check the quality but after a month, I started testing by tasting it. It saved a lot of time
In my spare, I have studied stock-broking but I had a little money to enter the market. I managed to enter as a sub-broker. It provided me a little money but lot of knowledge. For my personal needs, I opted investing instead of speculating.
Life is a challenge. It pleasures and sometimes scares us with unknown twists. I was promoted as supervisor in the firm with an increment of Rs.1000.At the same time, due to Y2K problem a software company was shuttered and unfortunately I lost Rs.60000 because of my wrong estimation.
My mother’s treatment expenditure was more than my earnings. When I had completed my 12th standard, we had left behind with 5 lakh rupees debit. I have nothing with me except sorrow. If condition goes like this it doesn’t take much time to make us bankrupt. I never thought of explaining the things to my mother. There could be no use in doing so. I stopped thinking about all other issues and I thought about future only. How to come out of debts? My uncle raised hands to help me but I have my reasons to reject.
At the same time, I got a seat in one of the best engineering colleges in India. But I didn’t want to continue regular studies. It provides me less time to think and earn. I joined in correspondence degree of commerce graduation.
Though I had large amounts of debt, I got some regular income through my job and stock sub-broking. In the mean time, I started working over Rotatory retailing scheme .Hyderabad got a lot of retailing malls but no where you can find a ‘rotatory retailing or servicing centre’
I took the help of my uncle and talked with several distributors and shop owners. I explained the complete scheme and some of them agreed to enter into the contract. In a city like Hyderabad, ‘Time is money’. Some people have to adjust their time to visit a market, bank etc., By the way, many people have their banks closed on their holidays. My idea is highly simple that we can provide services by taking charges.
I joined hands with 6 of my friends. Our contract is such that every investment over company is mine and in the profit 40% is mine and 10% for each of them. Though I planned well, I had a doubt about success but I decided not to think in that angle. If I would succeed, I can clear my debts and if I cant my debt amount increases. Thats all.
We started our business in K.P.H.B, the largest housing board in Asia. As an inaugurating offer, We offered services with no charges. We canvassed door to door and received a lot of orders in the first month itself. But as we were offering services with no charges, we had got no profit.
My friends supercharged me to impose charges on customers but my idea was different and rejected their proposals .My idea was to gain profit from distributor side. They left me after second month and I started appointing employees on the basis of commission
I shooted the brahmastra(the master arrow) over customers-life time membership offer for Rs.3000.The arrow hit the target and nearly I got 2000 lifetime members. Seeing our rotatory markets reputation, distributors in large numbers started approaching me. I cleared all my debts and entered into credit zone. I have entered in contract with hotels, vegetable markets, banks, super markets etc., my final arrow came out as chopped vegetables. Working women have little time for their house-hold activities and my ‘chopped vegetables’ attracted them like anything.
When I was enjoying the success over success, my mother’s cancer was worsened more. Really it’s a deep sorrow for me but I introspected and got no reason to cry. I accepted the life and I challenged where I can change it. I stopped believing God and challenged him, “You can do anything, you can take my pleasures away but you can’t take my confidence and spirit”
Finally when I got M.B.A seat, I thought of selling the whole company. Then the company was being operated all over Hyderabad with 10,000lifetime members,1,800 employees,82 branch offices and a complete turnover of 4 crore rupees. No other data is required to tell about my success. I wanted to sell the company but my uncle wanted to take it for lease. We entered the contract of 25 lakh rupees lease amount per year. The lease operates for 10 years.
I provided sophisticated treatment to my mother and I left her to do my M.B.A and reached here. The story started when Shriuta and Rishi entered into my life.
From my childhood, I got less friends to interact. Rishi is highly sensitive and he don’t know the odds of life. He expects love and care from everyone. On the day of his birthday, he was highly depressed for the thing, Shriuta hasn’t wished him. When my mother was in serious condition, he felt sorry.
Shriuta is quite different. She is from an upper middle class family and enjoys every delight in life. When my mother was in serious condition, she thought of arrangements instead of wasting time by thinking about the problem. There the actual management skill lies-thinking about the solution rather problem
I never loved anyone in life. Life challenged me and I have won the challenges in my own style but Sriutha have become a puzzle to me. Really I love her. I want her in my life. I never asked anything from God but I really pray Him for my love

It’s a pleasure for me to love you. The real love never expects any thing back. Alas.! But my heart is expecting a lot of love from you. When your eyes turn away, it seems that world is punishing me and when your eyes look at me; it resembles my mother’s care. My soul looses its identity entering you. Alas.! A second is enough to loose myself in your lap. ohh dream! It’s a delight for me to sing your song


SHRIUTA SPEAKS…..
What to tell about myself? Nothing is special about me. I was born in an upper middle class family. I have no problems like Uttam. All we have is love flowing among our selves. A loving mother, sweet father and a cute sister is my family. My favorite holiday spot is my home where I and my sister can sit on my fathers lap cracking jokes on friends, professors, neighbors etc.,
When I was in 8th standard, an idiot jumped over the compound wall and put a love letter in my school shoes. In the hurry, I haven’t read but removed and threw it aside. When I was returning from school, I had seen my father beating a half-naked boy at railway track. I came to know that my father read the letter and outcome result is the scene at railway track. He preserved the letter but he hasn’t asked me anything.
When I explained this to Rishi and Uttam, Rishi laughed a lot but Uttam just remained silent with no change in his face. At the starting, I misunderstood Uttam like he can’t enjoy the jokes and he always sits silent thinking about some odd things and I thought him as a perfect materialist.
But I am proved wrong. He has lot of feelings. He cares for us in his own way but he may never show and we may never know. On the day of Rishi’s birthday, he came to our hostel and bribed the watchman to call me at night 12a.m.In the exam tension, I really forgot about the birthday. He convinced me to sit in the shuttle-court with a cake and created such a scene in his own way. Rishi felt happy with my presence but Uttam never let him to know all this. He speaks less but conveys more.
When I slapped Rishi, Uttam dropped his cigarette quite normally but I came to know that he never touched it again. His greatness lies there.He is always ready to change himself
When his mother was in serious condition, he received a slip from principal. He read and smiled at us. The smile has no sorrow. It’s the peak of mental stability. Only a few persons can behave like that. Neither success nor sorrow excites/depresses him. He took his mothers death also a part of life’s challenge. No doubt, the world is going to see the ever greatest business tycoon soon.
But its not the thing with Rishi, small things depress him more and the small things even excites him more. He always tries to find faults in others. Rishi needs some body to fill confidence in him but its different with Uttam, he can fill confidence in anybody and he never finds fault in anyone. As a girl, I need a hand which can provide me the warmth of safety understandings and pleasures.
Uttam never prays the God for help and he never visits temples. Uttam says,”I believe in myself because if at all God exsists he dwells in me” but Rishi is different. He visits temple to crack jokes on people there. He cracks jokes on God and we often see a road-side Romeo in him. We can’t know, Whether he believes God/not? He never takes life seriously.
Uttam, really a pearl available on the earth. Its sure that I am in love with him. I like Rishi’s innocence and sometimes I really enjoy his dirty jokes. Of course, sometimes they hurt my feelings even. Uttam is a materialist for all and I wont say him as my dream boy. But I feel, ‘My life will be more happier with him’ I need him for all the delights.


While I see your sweet face and know that the song of my love pleases u…..Alas.! What comfort I find! But when u turn away your eyes and I no longer see in your sweet favor that your taking pleasure in my song, how my soul suffers! But I don’t stop loving u…on singing the hymn of my loves of your pleasure…ohh dream !its a delight for me to sing ur song”



1 more minute……
Everything in the World has got its own reason. Some may feel that the characters in the story are completely fictional but I derived the characters from the world around me. I know a person like Uttam and I know a girl like Shriuta. Finally Rishi, this type of mediocre persons are available everywhere.
Coming to the storyline…I have written to express my views and I haven’t thought about reader’s reaction while writing(may be this made story big). There is a little difference between ‘materialism and realism’. Both looks same but they differ and I tried to present this difference through Uttam’s character. Shriuta….I have no words to tell about this character. Its a rare personality available among girls. Rishi…! I wont find fault with this type of personalities. They always think themselves as the greatest pearls available on the earth. They cant enjoy the pleasure of spreading love but they want all others to love and compliment them.Its a childish stage of ‘I am o.k. but the world around me is not o.k.’ They always try to pass comments over others and they hate the persons who find fault with them and they never try to change. (I failed to portray all these perfectly)
Coming to the business ideas…..I have many schemes over this ‘Rotatory retailing scheme’. This is a hyper-model for ‘Door-delivery system’. My father and I have discussed this and finally I prepared many schemes over it. Everything written here is calculated and 4 crores turnover is quite possible. ‘Policy making and fund management’ is my favorite subject. Finally ‘chopped vegetables’ is not my idea. I have read from the news paper and it is presently running in Hyderabad.
It’s definitely a crime if I close this without saying ‘thanks’ to Krishna, my batch mate. I had written and thrown 2 drafts into the dustbin. When I was thinking about the story opening, he showed me a paragraph in his book. My brain flashed like anything and I asked his permission for a slight modification (The opening paragraph of Shriuta) then I moved the dreams delightedly.

GOING TO DIE.....................

Its 'the end' to a life.Unfortunately its my life.I am going to die within three days.Its hard to digest this fact but I should digest to live better in my last days

Doctor examined my reports and he declared,"U are suffering from 'acute coagulative anaemia' and you may live hardly for three days"

I am half-dead now.I am just hearing a voice from darkness.But I decided not to be depressed.I just don't want to tell this fact to anybody but I want to full-fill my 2 dreams- A DREAM OF DEVILMENT and A DREAM OF DIVINITY

I checked that my account got a credit of Rs.5000 and and I drew the last penny even.I reached college.The whole college is in flying colors as anniversary celebrations are going on.I entered into the auditorium and found a group dance is going on for the song "Abi to mai jawan hu.......".The song started to reverberate in my ears from that moment.I found my friend there and asked his bike.

I rushed out of of the auditorium.In the parking place,I found a girl over a scooty.She is looking awesome.I stood there for 2 mins and thought of involving her in my first dream.Observing her,I guessed that she is bothering for sumthing/she is missing sumthing.Its hard to full-fill such a big devilish dream that to in a less time and more to that by starting the game from the initial point but I decided just to finish the game for full-filling the dream

I approached her and asked,"Are u waiting for anybody?" She neither answered nor looked at me.I changed my question and asked,"Are u bothering for anything?" Instead of answering,she posed,"What do u want?" I just remained silent for a second and said,"Actually college anniversary is going on and none of my friends got free time to spare for me.But, now I want to buy a dress for my date and I don't know about dress selection.So............."
She pleasantly asked,"So......?"
Her pleasantness gave me sum confidence and I bluntly asked,"Can u help me?"

She just nodded and that's enough for me to take it as complete permission.I started the bike and asked her to sit on back seat.Shopped for a while and she selected a blue jeans and a black top.I bought them and got Rs.15oo debit from my wallet.

I dropped her at girls hostel and offered the dress.She was just surprised and asked,"Am I ur date?" I said ,"of course, if u agree..!" She just smiled and took the dress and to turn the coin completely,I asked"Can u accompany me to puri tomorrow evening?"

She just nodded her head again............................................

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From the girls hostel I rushed to railways reservation booking counter and booked a ticket and my wallet got just Rs.3000 now.From railway station I rushed to a famous bar in the city and asked him to supply a 'case of beer bottles' at my hostel the following day night.Now my wallet has mere Rs.1500 only.

The day came to an end and a day was deducted from my short life and only 2 days are there to work-out my plot.
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I and her left by this entire world(I am going to leave this world for ever,before leaving she accompanies me for a little time).We just surrounded by sea storms in puri beach.Now the entire world looking gloomy but she is looking gorgeous.My first and almost last sex companion(Till now,I neither asked nor she agreed to have sex,but I am going to seduce her).She is with me and I cant say,she lives with me forever because I'm not going to live in this world more fore having more quality of time in bed with her,but is there any fault if I expect a quality life for this time?

She came in the dress which I gifted her and I can't control myself without saying" She is looking sexy." All through my 20 years of life,I just believed in platonic love but as I came near to the end,I cant believe this.

I haven't even seduced/haven't started to do that,but she came near to me and we both laid on the sea beach watching sky and hearing sea.

I don't know the exact moment,she turned to me.She put her head on my chest and I stretched my hands.I started with my hands skid in her top and I caressed her cheeks,eyes and nose.Some time,I tried to play with her lips.She is more active than me and bit me fiercely on my neck.With a quick movement,I caught her head in my hands and brought her face over to me.Then I slipped arms under her waist and hoisted her into the air above me with her arms and legs kicking about like a crab.I brought her down flat upon me limb to limb.Half-an-hour later,we laid there nude.She may be content and I am also sum what content as my first dream was full-filled.But my mind started working to full-fill my second dream.i.e., DREAM OF DIVINITY.
Then she spoke for the first time on sea beach,"Cheetah,Are u content?"
I replied with a monosyllable,"Ah.....!"
She again asked,"If I die ,with whom do u enjoy this?"
I remained silent and she repeated the question.
I just asked,"what happened?"
She started crying and said,"I am suffering from 'acute coagulative anaemia' and I am going to leave this world in two days."

I neither revealed my secret nor tried to stop her crying.I just remained silent.I am into the deep silence.

the silence,where my heart stops...........
the silence,where my brain collapses...........
the silence,where the deception and divination meets.......................!

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When I reached hostel,it is almost 11p.m and a case of beer bottles were already placed in my room.I called all my friends and spreaded the beer bottles.Nearly 25 beer bottles for 10 members .All were fascinated looking me as I never sip a drop of beer/never given a beer party.I drank 2 bottles completely but nasha is not reaching my brain as the death warrant completely occupied it.

The clock struck 12 indicating the day end and also informing me about my last day of life.

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I rushed to railway station by 2 a.m to full-fill my last and final dream in this life.The dream is to die before the persons who has give me the birth.I caught 'prasanthi express' and my legs already turned black indicating the coagulation.The journey takes 16 hours and I can spend 5-8 hours with my parents.

From my mobile,I made the last call to her and asked,"Are u OK?"
She started crying and said,"My legs turned black"
I just laughed,
as my laugh reaches the burials.......
as my laugh surpasses the heaven..........
as my laugh irritates the devotions...........................!
I laughed until my laugh turns into tears and I threw the mobile from the window.

The black color reached my waist and almost I lost my senses up to the waist and its hard to move also.I just checked out my wallet and found a Rs.1000 note.I stand up with the help of berths.I reached the neighbouring compartment and found a 'Nirmal-hrudai' nun and put the Rs.1000 note in her hand.From the announcement,I analysed about the hour more to reach my home.

The train reached my town and I found black color is just an inch lower to the point of heart and if it touches my heart,'I am no more.'I hired an auto-taxi and rushed to home.My eyes are half open(wow.! what a optimism..!) and when I reached the home I am just able to see a creature like my mother is approaching to take luggage from my hand and my father is there with a bottle in hand to provide mewater

I collapsed at the entrance and its the final collapse.I am no more.I am dead.I died at the place where I was born and brought-up.I died at the place where I was criticized by many and admired by a few.I died at the place where I created a lot of head-ache to the people.My death has ultimately lowered the burden for many people who unnecessarily think about me and who unnecessarily try to access me.

My dreams are full-filled but still I have an unfinished dream-all through my life I was treated as budhu/dheela.At least I want my death should change their analysis.

YES, I AM NO MORE.YOU FURTHER CANT FIND ME IN THIS WORLD FOREVER.I AM DEAD.

There ends the story................................................


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What happens if I die in three days?No loss to the world but sum may cry.Of course,sum may laugh even.
I don't know whether this story and story-line impressed u/not? Its an experiment and its quite different from my previous blog.Its really a typical story-line to develop and I agree that I am failed .
Only a few writers can express different feelings or say,different angles of a person/any incident/any moment perfectly.Its hard to portray a cock-tail with several mixtures.I just tried to portray such a cock-tail.
I just wanted to portray some professional college masala with the entry of the girl i.e., how students try to catch girls...!
I just not revealed about the dreams to maintain some suspense but I think,I failed in maintaining the suspense though I changed the scenes rapidly.I will try this better in coming blogs.
Puri scene....Really I have some guilty feeling about writing this scene but I have no other go to meld the story and to get the readers pulse' khuswant singh is my inspiration and I plagiarised some lines from his 'Train to Pakistan' to write the puri scene.Of course I referred from chetan bhagat's ' five point someone' to write this scene.I just failed in writing the love-making scene on my own. (Khuswant singh's first English story is about his death ceremony...)
After the puri scene,I tried to portray some sorrow but I think I am failed and I tried some poetic approach and I failed in this aspect too.........
Finally I wont think its a worst story but a average story from my pen,which may attract majority of youngsters as it has got some masala and majority of my friends also as it got some" unique-ness"
But u are the actual judge.Please drop ur comments and suggestions here /mail me at aravind4588@gmail.com

THE DOMICILE CERTIFICATE

They were the bitter days of my life as I was unable to clear medical entrance,in which I got 7000 something rank where 2500 seats only were available.At that time,I got a letter from O.U.A.T(Orissa University of Information and Technology) informing me that I was able to clear their entrance test and they asked me to get admission by submitting some certificates

The story started with the 'domicile certificate' in their particulars.Me and my papa had no idea over that certificate.We both consulted many adviser's and finally we came to conclusion of getting it from M.R.O(Mandal Revenue Officer)

There started the game .....I still remembered that it was a Thursday when me and my papa first entered into the cabin of M.R.O.We put the application before him.The nice looking gentleman signed it and told us to get from his clerk.

We took the paper to clerk and asked him to issue the certificate.I remembered his first words "It costs...."If my father was not there,I might have slapped him as I had seen many Telugu films,which teaches us that 'killing the bribed officials is the only root-out for corruption in India'.My father asked him,"why it costs?" Till the date,I hadn't forgot that ugly man's glance at us on that second.He looked as we are barbarians.He put the paper aside and told us to come next day morning.We silently walked out...me with blood boiling and my dad with a cool face.

I am highly proud to be the son of my father,who never touched a single penny which comes illegally,though he have the highest chance.I had seen my uncle in the same office of my dad collecting lakhs of rupees as bribes.

Up to my conscience, my father never applied for a leave(for small and silly things), but on that Friday he applied for a leave and we both rushed into the clerks office by sharp 9:00a.m almost 3o minutes earlier than the clerk.When he arrived I asked him,"Can I get my domicile certificate?"He changed his dialogue and said,"It takes time." My father said,"Sir,please take ur own time." We spent till 12:00p.m under a tree.At 12:00pm my father again asked him,"Can we get our.....?"The clerk roared ,"Its my lunch time.How many times I have to say .................."My father just folded his hands listening his every scolding.But my condition was greatly different.I wanted to kill that bastard there itself ,not for the thing he had not issued my certificate but for the thing he was scolding my father.

We both forgot about lunch and stayed under the tree till 5pm.We both rushed into the office again at that time.Then that idiot was not there.Due to our luck another bastard was there with designation as R.I. We had seen that our domicile certificate was prepared and all it needed was a sign of M.R.O. I wanted to rush into the M.R.O's chamber but my father stopped me not doing that. R.I told us to come next day morning.

My father extended his leave and we both rushed again on Saturday by 9am.The clerk was there and I enquired about my domicile certificate.He told us that M.R.O had to sign on that and M.R.O needs.......My father said,"Sir,I have no money and I cant give."The clerk roared again,"Then wait,don't eat our brains."My father could threw a few bucks over his dirty face as ours is an upper middle class family but he explained me that it wasn't his cup of tea to throw money and get his work done, that to illegally.

We spent there till evening,again forgot(?) to take our lunch.In the mean time, I watched many guys getting their work done by throwing few bucks over the employees and I also found an old man,who was a sufferer and he really didn't have any money.All it fascinated me was the emblem of 'Loksatha-the people's power' beside the bastards' table.

By evening our domicile certificate was signed by M.R.O and it reached 'stamp boy's' table and before putting the stamp on my certificate ,the stamp boy showed me his palm as I had borrowed some money from him.That time my father put a Rs.10 in his hand and papa pierced into that boys' eyes for a second.The boy happily put the stamp on my certificate.I still hadn't forgot the R.I's words"Its common in government offices.............."

I asked my father,"Why u wasted two days leave,which Worth's more than Rs.800 for the bloody certificate of Rs.50?"My father answered me in a single sentence,"Values are higher to an individual."


There ended the story............................"VALUES ARE HIGHER TO AN INDIVIDUAL."The sentence which was remained in my brain and I want never to violate this rule as it was the greatest teaching from my father.



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It is my second blog and I will be happy if it becomes my best blog.It is the thing which happened in my life and which is happening in India.I wont say that killing corrupted officials is the only root-out but I do say,Instant justice is the best medicine.I was unable to give quality in my first blog(in the sense of literature) as I almost have no touch with English literature from several days.I felt an improvement in this.But u r the actual judge for me and I feel happy if u give valuable comments..........Mail me at aravind4588@gmail.com (or) post ur comments here itself.

MY FIRST DATE WAS A MUSLIM

From the first day of my professional college life, I was a regular visitor of my university library,which served more as a lovers' park and a dating club.Through out my college life I had seen guys and girls kissing and smooching, sometimes if they couldn't resist they used to proceed more.

I remembered, every friend of me got a girl friend in our first year itself and myself is the only guy, who was unable to get a girl friend.My friends used to care about me by asking,"Arey budhu,kab girl friend ko patayegha?"I still remembered that one girl honoured me by calling dheela(the loose connection)....!

I had not forget that it was the starting days of my second year and I was still not succeeded in catching a girlfriend.One day while i was seriously searching for "Janis kuby immunology book", I had seen a guy and girl unable to resist and they proceeded more to a smooch and conveniently forgot that it is a library

At the same time, a girl who was in a typical traditional chudhidar approached me and asked "Do u know the procedure of borrowing a book in the library?"I stunned as it might be the first time a girl speaking to me in my college life and that to such a big sentence of more than 10 words.Without answering her,I started dreaming about promising a party to friends if she would become my girlfriend and explaining about her to them etc,. I was back to the earth when she again asked,"Do u know how to...........?"

I just didn't want to drop this opportunity and I helped her many ways in the library that day. She left the library with the interested books without taking concern and care about wishing me "Thanq".But I already decided not to think about 'self-respect' as it was taught by my friends .....sorry...my gurus

After 2 days, she again came to library and expecting her,I had gone in my own jeans and a borrowed T-shirt. I was making up of approaching her in mind. Instead of not giving me more pain, she only approached and wished me 'thanq' and asked for 'apology' as she forgot to wish me thanks on the same day of help.

On the same day I came to know that her name is 'Pathima' and also I did know some details that she is doing her bio-tech.. and herself is a transgenic breed,that mother is Hindu and father is Muslim.I was much relieved by knowing her as a transgenic breed, because it might be a problem for me to become a boy friend of a Muslim girl.

Days passed ,all I got is her phone number and associated phone bills.My total pocket money was spent in recharging mobile and offering treats to her.I still remembered that the first party I had given to her is my false birth day for which she came with total friends battalion and emptied my wallet.She had never given a chance to proceed more than touching her fingers.My friends used to ask me,"Abey budhu, kuch experience ayah?"Though I was able to get a girl friend(?) some girls had not changed their attitude in calling me "dheela"(loose connection)......

That time , I seriously planned(of course my friends are the game planners)about getting a smooch/lip kiss from her.I was succeeded in making her, come to "I.G.PARK" most famous lovers (page-3) park in bhubaneswar and my friends who planned that game was already there and one of my friend showed me a bush.As time passed, I put my head on her lap thinking"how to ask a smooch ?" and she was seriously counting the stars in the sky.My friends was always on the other side sighing me all the time.

Finally as the park closing time was arriving,I decided to make my plan full-filled and sat straight to her and took her head straight to mine and almost pulled her lips on to my lips, but her reflex is much faster than mine.She throwed me and started glancing fiercely.I dreamed there expecting further dialogues from her to be"Mai ne socha,andhra ladhka accha hota hai" or expecting a sandal print of my cheek.Breaking my dream,she started crying and in between she said"U are really a good boy.U waited long time for getting a kiss from me .Never a boy waited this much time for a kiss from me and they even proceeded more within a short time and also spending less money than u"

I left her there only without touching her more as it was the time i learned about S.T.D and A.I.D.S..... Afterwards I remained as 'dheela' through out my college life.But still this date, it was quite fascinating me "why she cried in the park while explaining me about her previous experiences?"....................


THERE ENDED THE STORY AND MYSELF REMAINED AS 'DHEELA' LIVING TO THE EXPECTATION OF SUM GIRLS........




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Actually it was not my cup of coffee, to write this type of blogs i.e., this type of fictions as I dream to become a thought-making,thought-breaking,thought-raising writer.But I tried this to check my potential in this type of writings.A girl is an inspirational move for me to write this blog.Unless she had not passed comments over me,I might have not put my pen to write this.Thanks for her.Coming to the professional arena,Anurag mathur is my inspiration who had written 'the inscrutable Americans'(for this specific blog)..........This is my first blog and I promise some quality writings in the near future and presently I am writing a though-making novel in my mother tongue..........and wish me 'best of luck' and please post ur valuable criticism over this at aravind4588@gmail.com or pass ur comments here itself.