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Mah. Oh she is…
I dont have words for her.
So this is what she said to me right now. English is not her native language.

This poem is from BEEGEES

I know ur eyes in the morning sun
I feel u touch me in the puring rain
& the moment thet u wander far from me
I wanna feel u in my arms again
& u come to me on a summer breeze
keep me warm in ur love then u softly leave
& it,s me u need to show
How deep is ur love
I really need to learn
cause we,re livin in a world of fools breakin us down
we belong to u & me
i believe in u
when they all should let us be
u know the door to my very soul
u,re the light in my deepest darkest hour
u,re my savior when i fall & u may not think
i care for u
when u know down inside that i really do
how deep is ur love
& it,s me u need to show for u

After the last attack of BSOD I was wondering one thing, when will I loose my cellphone. First of all, I have 2 celphones. Not very expensive. One is Nokia 3310 and the second is Nokia 1100. Cheap phones. But after all they do what a phone is meant to do. I can not imagine being without my cell phones. But My inner was determined to teach me a lesson. Yesterday I was roaming in PU doing NSTP not paying attention to my inner voice that I must get back to office. The innerself decided. This dude is going out of control. My inner gave me a subtle hint, “Dude you are missing some thing.” Same time I was looking at a dame.
I said, “What?”
Innerself didnt reply.
I said, “OK.”
For next 3 hours I was in PU. I had my lunch plus a coffee. And then return to find out that I had left my keys in the bike.
My bike was still standing there.
AMAZING.
I didn’t say thanks to my Innerself.
“Chalo koi baat nahi. Hota hai. ”
Never mind. It happens. But this happend with me 4th or 5th time. My inner was quite this time.
Today, Sumit came smiling towards me.
“Did U see my msg?”
“Which msg?”
“Didnt u recieve any???”
“Nope”
“??”
“Wait a minute. Where is my cellphone. ” And I realised it. But it was late.
“Give a call on my cellphone.”
Sumit did. But no ringtone.
I have lost my cellphones. Both.
Good. This was the voice from my innerself.
My face was gloomy now.
I wanted to cry.
Sumit asked me, “Where did you keep your phone last time?”
“I dont know.”
My innervoice, “HAHAHAHAHAHA ROFL HAHAHAHAHA”
My inner has learned to use all the Yahoo! messnger icons. This made sure that my cellphone is safe. Why will my innerself laugh on my failure?
I cursed my inner. “I even cant take care of my cellphone.”
After reconstructing the events I came to conclusion that my cellphone is in drawer. I called home and asked bhabhi g.
“Hello Bhabhi G, have u seen any of my cell phone? I think some one stole them.”
“What do you mean? I have not seen your cell phones. Stop blaming me.”
I was just going to cry. Bhabhi g has termed me Unreliable. She didn’t want to miss this chance.
I said in a defensive tone, “I didn’t say anything to you. I guess I have lost my cellphone. I just called my cell no and no one responded. I thot the phones are still on charging at home.”
“Yea, I did hear some cell phone ringing in a cupboard. May be its your cellphone.”
“Oh good. They are my cellphones.”
I sighed with relief.
Cell phones are safe. A new lesson learned. Respect your innserself. Atleast pay attention.

Lahron se darkar nauka kabhi paar nahi hoti
koshish karne walon ki kabhi haar nahi hoti
A boat afraid of waves cant sail accross.
The one who keeps trying will never fail.

nanhi chinti jab dana lekar chalti hai,
chadhti deewaron par sau baar fisalti hai,
manka vishwas ragon me sahas bharta hai,
chadhkar girna, girkar chadhna na akharta hai,
mehnat uski bekar har baar nahi hoti,
mehnat karne walo ki kabhi haar nahi hoti,
A small ant when starts its journey,
it slips and falls from the wall its trying to scale.
The inner confidence fills the nerve with excitement.
Climbing and then falling back doesn’t hurt.
Ant’s labour is not wasted.
The one who keeps trying will never fail.

dubkiyan sindhu me gotakhor lagata hai,
ja ja kar khali haath laut kar ata hai,
mile na sehaj moti gehare pani me,
badhta duuna vishwas is hairani me,
muthi uski khaali har baar nahi hoti,
koshish karne walon ki kabhi haar nahi hoti,
Diver keeps diving in the sea.
He resurfaces from water empty handed.
He is unable to find pearls in deep water now.
His confidence increses twofold with this amazement.
He will not resurfaces from water empty handed every time.
The one who keeps trying will never fail.

asaflta ek chunauti hai, sweekar karo,
kya kami reh gayi, dekho aur sudhar karo,
jab tak safal na ho chain ki neend ka tyago tum,
sangharsh ka maidan mat chod kar bhago tum,
kuch kiye bina jai jai kaar nahi hoti,
koshish karne walon ki kabhi haar nahi hoti
Failure is a challenge accept it.
What was wrong, find it and rectify it.
Dont sleep till u succeed.
Dont leave the field of struggle.
No one will praise if you do nothing.
The one who keeps trying will never fail.

A poem by Shree Harivansh Rai Bachan with my small effort to translate.

A sudden interest in poems. No. Ankur mailes me this poem. Somtime back I asked Vanathi to be Indian and use Indian stuff. This is pure indian stuff. Mr. Bachan was a teacher of English language and he is known for his hindi poems.
I love this line
“Mandir Masjid ladwate hain, mail karwati hai madhushaala”
Religion divides, alcohol unites.
True. Very true.
This highly motivating poem is directly related to every human’s life. I just had a small conversation with a blogger pal. I casually told him that I miss important date with my pals. Like anyone he misunderstood the word DATE. My misstake. He said, “Aha, so u miss the dates”. I got his tone.
“No yaar, I miss dates with my frends, I dont have any GF, I do have some pals who are incidently GIRLS. But still waiting for GF.”
“U often sigh for gilrs thats Y”
A long time back one another blogger pal asked me this question.
Really I need a GF. Am a very lonely guy. I promise I will take good care of my GF. Serius. But thats a secondry issue.
He said, “i have other responsbilities rather than hanging out with chicks”.
The guy had a bad experience I guess. I suggest him read the poem again.
One of my best quality is my +ve attitude.
2nd is optimism.
I too had a bad experience with love thing. Love hurts. It hurts more than anything. But failure is a challenge. A man, I will say a human must face this challenge. I accepted it and am again ready to fall in love. Wait a minute. You can not fall in love again. Who said this? Falling in love in my case doesn’t mean that my love for her is reduced but I think she is happy some where else and thats enuff for me. So if she is happy some where else why the hell I shud destroy my life. If we both can be separate and still be happy then wats wrong. Like my blogger pal I too have responsibilities but I dont think hanging out with my frends, who are by chance girls, will make me vulnerable.
I hav been backstabbed by my so called best pals. If some one finds out that I don’t know where is Mr. X they he or she is shocked. I smile. What else I can do? I cant carry sorrow and griefs with me. I have too many things to carry. Honestly I will not miss any chance of revenge. But I will not backstab, I will slap on their face and that too in public. Backstabbing is a act of cowardness. But this never prevented me from making new pals. This time I have classified all my pals for my own refrence. But I am still ready to be backstabbed.
There was a time when a small loss of 300 bucks was too much for me. This did not discourage me. Instead I bounced back with more force and now I have power to withstand a loss of 40K.
I remember the story of king Bruce. The spider atlast climbed and I am sure I will too.
I am sure I will too find a good GF.
I am sure I will too become a billionaire.
I am sure I will leave for a world tour on a cruiser bike.
I am sure I will be a good writer.
If none of this happened then still I am sure I will be a happy person till I die.

This is in the series of BSOD attacks. Dad found a perfect word for this “Absent mindedness”.
Its already 9o AM, I must take bath. I step into bathroom. One minute. I forgot something.
What???
Let me think.
ummmmm
No I did not forget anything.
A voice from within, “You forgot something.”
What? I ask that voice.

From within: Moron! If I knew I have told you.
Oh so stupid.
Lets reconstruct everything. I take my step out of bath room. I am thinking.
OK, Did I get up in the morning?
Yes.
Am I awake?
Yes.
Checked email?
Yes.
Any mail was to be answered and I didnt answer?
No. Read every mail.
Newspaper?
Read Hindustan Times.
Ullu, Hindi walal padha ke nahi?
Woh bhi padh liya.
Dress?
Yes. I will be wearing my Khaki Chino with Sky blue shirt. Cool combination.
Shoes?
Polished.
Brushed Teeth?
Yes.
Shave?
Yes, I didn’t shave.
But I was going to shave before I take bath.
UMMMMMM, I guess I am not missing anything. My inner is always wandering here and there.
I step into bath room confidentally.
Again from within a voice comes,” YOU ARE STILL MISSING SOMETHING. Don’t blame me when you realise.”
I say, “Oh come on. you are just trying to demotivate me. HUH. I dont care.”
I take my bath and try to grab my towel and …
AND
WHERE IS MY TOWEL?????

The following conversation took place few days back. Annu, not Anu, was my batchmate. She called me on my cell. I dont know from where she got my cell no.
Annu: Hi Chetan, Main Annu bol rahi hun. Kaise ho? (This is me Annu. How are you?)
Me:Hey am fine how are you? Long time no see.
This long time is 2 long, more than 2 years. Last time we had any conversation was me sending her B’day wishes.
Annu: Am fine. Chetan I have an assignment on C++. Can you do this for me?
Me: Am afraid Annu I can not.
Annu: Why?
Her tone is more of attacking.
Me:
Annu: Why no?
Again the same tone.
Me: Annu I am overworked. I leave office by 11PM and that too coz folks at home will not let me enter home after 11PM.
Annu: So you will not.
This time tone was threatening.
Me: I am sorry Annu I can not help you this time.
Last line again.
Me: I am afraid Annu I can not help you this time.
Annu: OK. BYE.
Upper case means shouting in computers. This Girl is one of my many So Called Friends.
Now the following is one of normal conversation that takes place between me and Navneet.
Navneet: Hellooooo Chetan, What are you doing?
Meh no. No I am not coming to pick you up and drop you at your place.
Navneet: Chetan ? Shut up and lisn to me. You asked me to buy some thing for you GF. I have it. Now If you need your stuff come.
Me: This is blackmail.
Navneet: Its like that Chetan.
I will go and spend next 2 hours with her. We will go for a coffee and as usual we will fight who will pay the bill for the coffee. Normally neither of us wants to pay for coffee.
This is what happens with me and Bhupinder.
Bhupi:Helloo, What are you doing? I am going for lunch. Wanna come?
Me: Oh man. I cant spare a moment. Can you come to my place.
Bhupi: Okie am coming. But I will not pay for lunch.
Bhupi will spend 100 Rs just to have lunch with me that costs me around 50 Rs.
Bhupinder and Navneet are one of my few FRIENDS.
A quote says, your number of friends is your age. I am below10. Many ppl call me a FRIEND but I classify them as

• Real pals
• Net pals
• Blog pals
• Email Pals
• Friendly ppl
• SO CALLED FRIEND

Of all these I will try to avoid the last one So Called Friends. But bad thing is that So Called Friends were once my real pals. I used to have blindfaith in them. Now they even dont respond to my b’day wishes and will not take my calls. Yes they will call me when they need some help from me. When they need some help in assignments, they are unable to connect to Yahoo! messenger or when they need tips for interview. These So Called Friends are from both genders. Males and females. Some of my BEST so called friends have backstabbed me. Still I dont have any grudges against them. They cant stand infront of me but still I will send them B’day wishes. They think Kumar Chetan is a fool. They don’t know I wont miss a chance to give them a blow. I will no backstab them, I will slap them on their face. I will make them feel the pain.
Once Nitin, one of my REAL PAL, asked me,” Why do you get irritated when I say YOUR FRIEND ANNU or SILKY? I feel like I have abused you.”
I respect Nitin a lot. He is the guy who tought me all the little business sense I have. I call him Boss. I answered, “Sir this may sound sentimentatl or emotional to you but friend is a sacred word for me. You know who are my friends. I dont like these mean persons to be called my friends. This is a kind of blasphemy.”
This valentine the very first call I got was from Devinder. Me Devinder and Bhupinder were roommates and batchmates. We had requested warden to shift 3 of use to one room. My image of a good guy in the college helped and warden alloted 3 of us a room in seniors block. We theree were not big guns. Me a an avearage 5 feet 3-4 inches guy, Devinder a simple sardar with totally Punjabi rural looks and only bhupinder was bit sophisticated jatt sardar. In our hostel if some one spotted any one of us he or she can tell that other 2 guys are around. Me and devinder even escotred Bhupi on his dates with Cherry. Cherry and Bhupi separate and me and Devinder on separate table. Then after studies Archu was my best pal. She got married and I lost touch with her. I miss her. We both used to do EVETEASING. We Whisteled at girls. Rated girls as HOT, GORGEOUS, COOL and SOSO. All my Girl Gyan is due to Archu. She used to tell me bout how CHALU girls are. I really miss her. Then In Chandigarh Shubhu and OOPS. I called Shubhranshu in Bangalore today.
“My Dear Garhwali Devdaas, How are you?”
“Am fine sir how are you?”
“Tell me when do the deluxe bus for Delhi leaves from Chandigrah.”
Now OOPS, his name is Upnish. I call him OOPS as it sounds more friendly to a PC Geek.
“Hey dude. Who are you? Why are you? Where are you and when are you?”
“Am kool wat bout U moron.”
“Tell me one thing does your girl friend loves me?”
“NO.”
“Did you ask her about my love?”
“Why the hell I should ask her? You mind your own business.”
“Why do you feel insecure yaar?”
“No I dont feel insecure for myself but for you as I will not leave your single bone in one piece.”
Wiered. Insane. Totally insane and wiered. Only my pals can bear me.
Me, Shubhu and OOPS used to bunk classes. Used to go to lake. Try to find a group of three girls to balance our group. Used to argue very strongly on some useless points. Suddenly Shhubhu decided to leave Chandigarh and he shifted to Bangalore. And OOPS also dropped the course. Now I was part of a group where I met my so called friends. Friends who today will not take my calls. Wont send a thanks If I send them a B’day wish. I met Her and Navneet. Navneet, a good looking girl. Although doing shopping with females is a nightmare I used to accompny Navneet for her shopping sessions. We shared bills for coffes and sandwitches. I used to demand 400 Rs for a bottle of Bacardi if she kept me waiting for more than 15 mins.
Mah, she is one of my best Net Pal. Then Mangesh. Cool dude. He renamed Mah as Mahalaxmi and I like this name. Neelu is offline most of the time as she is working on her new project, “How to be a good mom”. Otherwise I will keep telling her to make sure her husband is not having some extra marital affair and she shouting at me, “You keep quite or I will $&%^&$%^&”
Some of my blog pals have turned into my net pals. Some, not all.
(Some are still more cryptic to me than differential equations. And most of them are girls. Not you yaar if you are reading this. I think you know whome I am reffering to. Eggjaktleee.)

What makes a simple human standing in a crowd a friend or a pal?
Trust.
Said very simply. But its a real trait to build and maintain trust.
It takes years to build trust and just seconds to break it.
Wine and friendship. Older the better.

PS: The Miss Cryptic Commented on this entry. Senorita its Kumar Chetan not CHETHAN. Am Not THAMIL. I dont use TH for T.