let there be light on thy chat window

This is precise and unedited chat I had with one of my friend. And I think I was almost successful in annoying her to the extent she stopped replying (As she is well know for her skill of never giving up in an argument).

Her: have u sent me the invitation?

was it you

?

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me: who knows ..

does that matter …

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Her: hmmm

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me: every thing around u is not indestructible …

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Her: just like that i asked

x-(

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me: life is too short to ask such question

lets analyze what have we achieved in our life …

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Her: (punch)

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me: pointing fingers is easy …

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Her: waaaaaaaaaaat

wat happened

who did that?

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me: but remrmber when you point a finger at some one …

ther other three point at you

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Her: wat happened?

when did i point

??

x-(

have u gone crazy/

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me: thats what appears to the whole world

the truth is …. i’ve realized …

i’ve realized the reason of life ..

there is not point in living this material life ..

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Her: have u gone nute?

nuts*

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me: who cares bout nuts … or butters .. or cakes…

its all just pleasure for some seconds …

and then its gone ..

its your soul which remains with you …

after all …

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Her: (whew)

God save Ankit

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me: not only me… god saves every one. .

even those who have devilish intentions …

he is watching each and every one of us

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Her: Plzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

for God sake

instead of crazy

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me: may lord shower his blessings on you

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Her: plzzzz

now stoppp

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me: the power of one .. is still unknown to the world ..

so they ignore him ..

or fear him ..

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Her: x-(

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me: don’t be afraid my child …

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Her: i am not ur child

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me: he has the gentle hand of all … he wont hit you .. .only pat you …

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Her:

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me: with his kindness

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Her: (whew)

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me: god bless you my child …. god bless you

And the child was gone  ….

Weird night at a club

Date:  4^th November, Wednesday

Place: 10^th Downing Street, Hyderabad

Occasion: Nothing, just ladies night

It probably was just another day for a popular club at Hyderabad. It was ladies night, means free drinks and sacks for ladies till 10 PM. The not so huge place was crowded with females ranging from 21 (legally, would be less) to I don’t know 50 may be. No guys allowed. Things were fine, DJ was playing popular tracks and rests were shaking their legs.

Guy friends, Cousins, Boyfriends, Husbands (mostly someone else’s) waiting outside for the clock to stuck 10 and they can get an entry. Wait’s over its, guys are in and here comes A local male model (let’s call him X).

Now, Mr. X gets up to the center stage and announce that he is going to choose three lucky gals who’ll get the opportunity of undressing him (by that he meant removing his T-shirt). Sudden excitement was noticeable among the crowd, consisting mostly females, some of them not in their senses probably.

The drama begins, he selects the three lucky gals, and here’s a fight, who gets it off first? And it doesn’t end here; they rub, pinch and can’t explain what.

Well, surprise surprise … here’s another game… come on gals lets spank these five chosen guys now… doesn’t matter if you even know them remotely. And the insanity of “the sane” people continues.

OK! Call me old fashioned, but I somehow I had difficulty digesting it. So, I puked it out here. Rest experienced janta can tell me if sophisticated modernized people behave this way.

Least we can do

It was another rainy Sunday afternoon; no one was home except a lethargic person deep in sleep (that would be me).

Doorbell rang

#pause

Rang again

I lifted my body off the bed; cursing the visitor I opened the door…

There were two guys, mid twenty, with folders in their hands and smile on their face. They were about to leave when I opened the door (Damn! Bad timing).

I thought they were neighbors, since we had never interacted, I asked to come in.

Well, as it turned out soon, they were wipro employees, volunteering for CRY.

Now, it doesn’t take a genius to understand why they were here.

Before I go further, let me state a fact – “I m really bad at saying no, usually I can’t, specially to strangers”

So, they explained me the donation thing and all, and as I saw in the paper the donation amount was mentioned, reluctantly I chose the minimum amount, that was Rs. 1200.

Wrote them a cheque, filled the form, dedicated it to mom (they had some) and done.

Then they went to the next house and I was left cursing myself for giving donation after a salary reduction.

I got over the regret in few days, till today when came across this video through Facebook

And then this post,

We see things around us, think to do something and after some time just forget. That’s what happens almost all the time.

Well, then I received an email from CRY, to thank me for the gesture. And for the first time, I was glad that I wrote that cheque.

I really appreciate the work pulkit and samvedana guys are doing. I know most of us don’t have that much time or/and dedication to put in so much effort.

This is the LEAST WE CAN DO.

Empire State Building Suicide

She hung her gray cloth coat on the fence at 86^th floor of the Empire-state, put down her pocketbook with several dollars and a make-up kit filled with family pictures.

She gave a last gaze to the note, letters were stroked out but still readable, “He is much better off without me … I wouldn’t make a good wife for anybody”

She dropped the note and herself from the observation deck. Both of them came to rest at the same time, only the note was still at desk and her body was lying with serenity amidst the crumpled wreckage of UN limousine.

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Inspired by this picture actually,

After jumping from the observation deck, 23-year-old Evelyn McHale plunged over 300 meters down Empire State Building and landed on the roof of a parked UN limousine.

PS : pic taken from here.

Strange Incident

Well, I was at the subway yesterday, enjoying “sub of the day”. And there were two school couples sitting at the table next to mine, chit chatting. There were 4 trays lying on their table, with all the leftover on it. After they were finished they got up and left.

 

After few seconds, entered a bit bulky white woman (i.e a non-indian). For all those who have not been to the Hi-tech City subway, it’s quit small place with only three tables there to sit at.

 

Anyways, to my surprise this white woman took all the four trays left by brown people, emptied them in the garbage collector and kept them on the tray panel. Then she occupied the place.

 

 

And I was left thinking … are we really modernizing?

 

 

 

(And also how good it would be, if our college will have a Subway: D)

 

 

PS: – 99^th Post …

PS: — 10th post of this month …

PS: — Got tagged by karan, 101^st is going to be on the same.

PS: —- song of the day: – I Will Always Love You – Whitney Houston

PS: —– 1 month left.

PS: —— It’s a Goodbye ps …