Children of a lesser god

It was a small room in the midst of an inner-city slum. Raju lived with his parents and four sisters.He was the youngest.His father had no source of income.He had lost all his jobs because of his severe drinking problem.Every night he transforms into this drunken monster.His mother, Shanti, works as a house-maid and earns just enough to give them food .She prays every morning. All she asks for is a day without any beating from her callous husband,some food for her children and nothing else.But apparently even this is not acceptable to the God.He shows no mercy.As always.As with every other mother in that slum.But still they all have faith in that absentee landlord.

Raju again had the same dream last night.He was in school learning science. At least it will keep him happy for the day. He works at a small food place near the school. At times when there are no customers, he goes to one of the windows of the school and observes curiously.This has become his routine.He has even made some seating arrangement for himself beside the window with whatever he could find in the trash.He has a strong desire to learn. Whatever he learns during the day, he shares it with his sisters and his mother.He praises the teacher and the fact that he knows so much about everything They all stare at him with bewilderment. He tells them he will become a teacher someday.They all laugh.But some where deep down their hearts they have a strong feeling that he will.His eyes say it all.It is his destiny.

It has been a year now.He still visits that window which opens into a world of facts and knowledge that totally mesmerize him at times. His ever increasing zest for learning is unprecedented.It does not bother him that he has to sit outside the class.But when he looks at those who have the privilege to sit inside, he is confused.They seem to be bored by the words of the teacher.They do every other thing than listening to the teacher. He tells himself maybe they already know it all.He later realizes the truth.The unfair bias.

It was one of those days.Raju got off from work early and rushed to his window.The topic today was 'God' and how he created this wonderful Earth.The teacher told the children that God is fair and treats everyone in the same way and that we all should worship him.He came up with numerous stories to support his statement.It was the first time Raju didn't agree with what he had heard.It just didn't feel right.At the end of the class, students were asked to write a few lines on something which would highlight their perspective of God and present it in the next class.After that, the class was dispersed and all went home.Raju was still there.He went inside the classroom and sat on one of the benches and stared at the word 'God' written on the board.

The next day, when the students entered the classroom they were spell bound.They called their teacher.He stood there in amazement.His eyes partially wet.The board read...

"We are born in the slum. Helpless,weak and dependent.We are forced to be like this till eternity.The attempt to break-free makes it even worse.He wants us to suffer.I can't think of a reason.But we accept it anyway.

You are the fortunate ones.He has given you the power to fulfill your dreams.We can hardly dream.But we accept it anyway.But why are you so heartless? You know you can help.You know you can share. But you don't.Still we accept it anyway.The worse part is that you see us as dirt.Nothing more than that.That is not acceptable to us.

You are God's Children and We, the children of a lesser God."

The Pursuit of Complacence

A miraculous journey germinates. You are a tiny little cell.You are at this wonderful place full of warmth and full of care.You just lie there in peace.Sometimes you hear voices which you cannot comprehend.Finally the day arrives.And then you are born.You open your eyes for the first time. You are still helpless and cannot do anything about it but cry.There are people around who love you.They embrace you.You are scared but the love and feeling of being safe in those arms stretches your facial muscles.They call it your lovely smile. You cannot talk, you cannot walk, still you feel free.

And then you grow.Soon you are seven years old. The age of reason.It is believed that the day you turn seven, you become accountable to the almighty.Why don't they tell us this in kindergarten? Life without any rules for a few years....Oh man! that is so not fair.Anyways, you still live in your own world.You still believe that Santa is real.You still believe that dreams are not airy-fairy.You still believe that you will be a pilot someday.You are still unaware of the academic inflation,parental expectations and the bestial competition of the human race.You don't lie.You don't bluff.You are a little angel.

You go to high school.You go to college.You are taller than your dad now. Everything is just rockin. And then suddenly you are surrounded by few similar but utterly confusing questions. What do I really want from life ? What is that which my heart craves for? What is the ultimate purpose of my life ? This happens to everyone. Time being the only variable.Some try to dig deeper. Others go for a bottom's up instead.All in vain.The litany of questions knocks at your door again.And again.

So what should we do? Its simple.No, killing the silent guardian of Gotham City(read Batman) won't help.But it will be a hell of a tribute to Heath Ledger.Its even simpler.Just live along.Just follow your heart.Make every second of your life precious.So that when you look back, those shining moments inspire you for the times ahead.Let time show you your path.Believe in faith.Believe in destiny.And one fine day, you will be there.Everything which you did, will eventually make sense.As Steve jobs said,"You can only connect the dots backwards".The moral of the story is you should never abandon this quest until you find your answers.Don't ever compromise with circumstances.Some might complain that what if we keep wandering in search of our destiny all our life? When will we live our life? Well, may be life is all about discovering who you really are.Death is not the end, rather its the real beginning.Life is just the pursuit of complacence.

P.S Happy Diwali Everyone !

The one that could have been !

There was a time when I had to make a choice.A choice that had the power to change everything.A choice that started the Butterfly Effect.A choice between two disciplines.Lets say D1 & D2.I had no clue.But hey, when you are in kgp and need some funda on anything, and by anything I mean 'anything', there is an awesomely evolved species called 'seniors'.No offenses.At that time, I only knew a few as they lived in some spooky buildings always high with 'tempo' and talked about 'GC ' haunting freshmen where ever they could.All what we cared was just the opposite( read CG). I turned to them for help.They all seemed in favor of D1.Huhaa peace hai bhai.Huhaa job lagta hai.Kuch scope hai !

Meanwhile someplace else, one of my batch mates decided to go for D2 over D1. There was a strange connection between our choices which was not known to us at that point. The mathematics of our grades was such that depending upon my choice, our fates were to be decided.Lethal.D1 seemed to be the clear winner for me.Rock on.I took it.Ergo he got D2 First few weeks were interesting.But soon the interesting became too much to handle.I realized that i always had a few subjects more than him but somehow the credits were always level.

Had the difference been just academic, one could still tolerate. But, Oh My God! It was everywhere.It suddenly flashed my mind that apparently its a well-known universal fact that you should never ever have second thoughts about D2.It has to be D2.Certainly my advisers were from a totally different galaxy. Also, there is a possibility that they ambushed me to become one of them.D2 was a kind of package deal. It offered peace,grab-a-ppo internships,peace,placements and again peace.And yeah, there were girls too and by girls of course i mean non-males.But still.Talking about D1, it felt like the world witnessed a mechanical holocaust and all that survived was beams,lathes,CNC machines and a few good men.Just men.

And now the million dollar question, how do I know everything about him? Well, eventually he turned out to be my roomie and ergo i get to see it all what it could have been.To conclude, it would have been awesome to have got D2. It would have been even more awesome if we both were in D2 together. But after being a part of D1, after experiencing a rare and unique combination of faculties, after the evergreen frustration and the constant abusive responses by fellow students, after almost two and a half years, I proudly say it was all worth it. There is nothing right or wrong about a choice. Its just a choice. The rest is all upon you. Yo Manu !

A Night to remember

It was my last day on a small Island where stands the tallest building in the world. With all work and formalities done, I was free. There were a few things I wanted to do before going back home. One was to get my ear pierced and the other to go to a Karaoke Parlor which are very common there. But due to work and some other commitments, I couldn’t. And also I had to buy gifts and souvenirs for friends and family.Something inside me said this day will be special and hell yeah! It was.Girls are good at shopping and stuff. Ergo I called my friend ‘GiGi’. Cool name! Isn’t it? FYI, I just met her yesterday. I was just talking with my friend (read Ivy) after a very close ping-pong game and she joined the conversation. There are times when some stranger seems familiar. This was one of them. The trinity lasted long and we talked about everything. I wondered where she was all this time. We departed to our rooms.That was it. But sometimes it just takes few moments to bond. I was about to leave my workplace and wait outside for her. To my surprise, she was standing at the door. She was looking gorgeous with her Ray-ban and brown hair covering half of her face.

We started off. The way to the bus station has always seemed long and boring.But not today. The bus was already there and ready to go. I felt like running but since there will be another in just a few minutes I dismissed the thought. ‘Do you think we can catch this one?’ she asked. ‘Let’s give it a shot! Run!’ I shouted.We boarded the bus and everyone was staring at us to know what the fuzz was all about. We settled and discussed my last outing in a country far far away. We got lost in translation and I soon realized we were talking about India. She was very curious. She wants to witness an Indian Wedding. I told her she might receive an invitation in about 9 years. We talked about love, friendship and relationships. She was so sure what she wanted. We agreed on the fact that when we meet someone for the first time, we both judge that person by his/her eyes. She kept talking for a very long time about what she got from my eyes. I was stunned. And to my surprise, her every word was true. How can she know that much just from the eyes? She was magic.It was my turn now to tell her what I saw in her eyes. After her superb performance, it would be like me following the Beatles in a concert .I told her that it was dark and she was wearing a cap for crying out loud when we first met. She insisted. I looked in her eyes. I narrated everything I saw and her smile confirmed that I too possess the art.

We reached the place. She said she’s hungry and I too thought that it was a good idea to have the dinner before the shopping spree. I told her since I am leaving tomorrow this will be my last dinner. She took me to the finest restaurant. The 10-course meal was the best food I have ever had. It was long though. I told her what I wanted to buy for friends and family. She was a total shopaholic and a fashion expert. She prepared a route plan and we started our mission. We were in a watch-shop and she had an explanation for all the designs they had and I couldn’t object on any. She had a very different and interesting way of interpreting things. I was more than impressed. I knew girls are good at shopping but this was something else. Something totally mesmerizing.I was looking at some earrings for my mother which reminded me of that piercing thing. I told her. She said,’ Lets go then! Time to get you something’. I couldn’t agree more.

I was having so much fun talking that I wanted this night to last forever. Then she asked if I wanted to go to a nearby Karaoke Place with her.I questioned whether she had the capability of reading minds. I told her it would be the best way to say goodbye. Let’s do it. Bring on the Music and Lyrics and let the voice be ours. She smiled. I wanted to tell her how beautiful her smile was. We finally finished shopping and headed for KTV. It was a hell of a time, although they only had Chinese and a few English songs. As soon as she started to sing some Chinese song I realized that it was going to be embarrassing for me. She was singing like a nightingale. I gathered a little confidence I had and waited for my song. Well, I totally nailed that song. After that, she performed ‘Complicated’ and it felt like a live show by Avril herself with all the voice, energy and dancing. The show ended and we had to take a cab as it was too late. It’s amazing to meet someone from a different country and that too in a third country and share possibly the best time of your life. I told her how much this meant to me and also that I have a feeling that we will meet in some other country some other day in coming times. She reciprocated. We walked back to the dorm from the university gates. I was happy that I met her and was sad at the same time as we had only few more minutes and then we would part ways. I will never forget her.I will never forget this night. Hope to see you again GiGi !

Breakfast at tiffany's

It was the champions league final.It was raining in Moscow.We were in the tunnel ready to crush Barcelona for the 7th consecutive title.We ( read KFC ( read Katni Football Club)) were the favorites. The MESSI-merizing Barca was shaking already.Perhaps they were scared of a shameful beating.Henry was standing next to me.He gave me that not-this-time-dude look and i just wanted to give him the finger.But hey, we are gentlemen by choice.Yo RP!.The referee whistled and the game was on.We created numerous chances but unfortunately found the woodwork every time.We were into the last minutes of the game.Becks gave a near-perfect pass.I headed it past the goalie.Score! Just when i was about to make a choice between different celebration patterns that i practiced last night, I woke up.Damn it! Does it always have to end before the celebrations ? Huh !

Anyway, today i was supposed to go for breakfast with Ivy.Actually calling it a breakfast won't justify the quantity of weird Chinese food I had that morning.It was more of a brunch. She was 26, a malasian and most importantly knew English.She was the first person i talked to on that island.She was the official mentor assigned to me when i went there.It was just a one day thing but was enough to make us good friends.After that i didn't see her for almost a month and then Jab we met at this dragon-boat festival thing the university had organized for the international students.,she helped me to make that thing that i was supposed to.In my two months of stay,I came across various aspects of the Chinese culture.I am not saying I totally get it but one thing is for sure, everything makes so much sense. To elaborate, in India people do religious things just because they have to, not knowing whats exactly happening? Or what the verses actually mean ? I am not even sure if the Pundits that perform the Puja's know a thing about it. I have always believed in doing things that I believe in. And I felt the same with the rituals and festivals these tiny little people with small eyes have.



Oh..sorry ! got a little carried away.So, it was raining that morning.I was really excited about going out with Ivy as all what i had done for almost a month was to fluctuate between the Lab and my room.I seldom talked to people.Not because I did not want to, but because of the fact that they spoke only in Chinese.So it was just me, my professor and the cute little aliens.Ergo going out to eat with someone who knew English was a bliss.And also the thing that she was really very beautiful.I was waiting outside the dorm with a jumbo Chinese umbrella and there she was all smiling and praising the weather.Then she took me to this not-very-big but wonderful place which was very popular in the locality.I will call it Tiffany. The actual name was really long and had like a zillion syllables.

We ordered food. Lots of it.There was this milk which was made by some beans, lots of fried chicken and other stuff which I fantasized of pursuing only in case of a holocaust.But it was very delicious.Ivy on the other side of the table, was more interested in India. She said she would love to go to India and witness an Indian Wedding. She wants to see the Taj Mahal. She loves Shah Rukh Khan and Aishwarya.She wanted to know why do Indian women have a red mark between their eye-brows. I answered all her queries and told her my perspective. After an hour long talk, we still had some food left. We talked about her family in Indonesia, her studies , her dreams,my studies, my dreams and blah blah. I never talked to a girl to this length. Maybe it was the loneliness.Maybe her simplicity.Maybe the attention that one deserves. Finally, we were done with the food. She introduced me to the owner and told him that i was from India and it was my first time at their food place. He greeted me and so did I.Then he said we don't have to pay as it was my first time( so nice of him ! ) but then we insisted and he gave a huge discount.This was it. I had to go back to that hole where some weird sounds prevail which don't make any sense to me.Huh ! But with a promise that we meet again sometime. Thanks for your time, Ivy !


P.S. Wrote it long back !

F.R.I.E.N.D.S

I would want nothing more from life if i had the pleasure of hanging out at the CENTRAL-PERK with friends like Joey,Chandler,Ross, Monica,Rachael and Phoebe.Actually,its not about the place.Its about the people.Its about how they influence your life and the way you begin to interpret things differently.It may not be colossal but the smallest of things do matter in the long run.I have always admired people with a positive approach towards life.Nothing is more encouraging and energetic than a smiling face.Imagine you walking down a road filled with strangers.Your smile can be the only good thing a person might see in his whole day.That helps.Believe it or not..err..Ripleys believe it or not !

Lets face it.Life has no meaning if we don't have someone to share.Joys and sorrows.I know you would say that we have a family to share with.But there are few things that only a friend can understand.There are times when you taste success.You are overwhelmed by jubilation.You are happy.But there are times when you sacrifice that moment so that your friend(s) can feel the same way.You are doubtful whether it was the right thing to do.You see their smiling faces.They hug you.You have never been more happy.You want to cry.You try your best to hold back the tears.Boys don't cry.I loved that movie.But girls,thats not true.We have feelings too.Maybe not on the surface.



Each person is different from the other.But everyone is special.Thanks Aamir; for TZP.Sometimes its difficult to understand a person.Sometimes we cannot make out why a person is acting like a complete psycho.Why is he being so rude.So selfish.You are not authorized to judge someone.Anyone,to be precise.You are not God. You just need to step into his shoes.See the world from his eyes and you would understand.All of your friends may not be goody-goody.They may have some issues.You should not just run away from them.You should not abandon them.Be there.Care.After all thats what friends are for.

They say that a boy and a girl cannot be friends.That is so not true.They even say you can either love a girl or hate her, but making her a friend is not an option.Again,not true.I have no clue what girls think about this.But i feel that its the person's qualities that attracts you.The chemistry that develops.The affection you feel.Life is full of surprises.Either agony or ecstasy.Everybody goes through a dark period.A time when you feel death would be a bliss.You are alone in the black bottomless chasm.You see light.But its too far.You will never make it. Out of nowhere comes a helping hand.You grab it.You don't mind if its Black or White.You wouldn't care if its a boy or a girl.Good or Bad.Beautiful or ugly.When you are in trouble, you won't mind anything.But had the things been the other way around?Think about it.

Well, we never realize what our Friends mean to us unless we are far away from them doing some stupid internship.Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.Cheers to all my friends.Just want you all to know......

I'll be there for you ,when the rain starts to pour ;
I'll be there for you ,like I've been there before ;
I'll be there for you ,because you're there for me too !

A Parrot's Tale

The most beautiful thing that anyone can ever witness is the birth of a child.An angel enters into this world from a caring and nourishing womb not knowing what lies ahead.May be if he had a clue what this world has become, he rather would have stayed there.He is absolutely pure but totally helpless.He is vulnerable in all respects.The first thing that he experiences is the unconditional and sacred love of the mother.The second being the gentle caring by the father.The child is overwhelmed with joy and imagines this world as a wonderland with love all around.

Time passes by.Suddenly the wonderland of love becomes a confinement holding him shackled with emotions.The child becomes independent and wants to fly away from the nest which had kept him safe and alive till now.The child wants to break free from those who brought him into this world.The child sees them as entities who were supposed to do this and nothing more.So,the child flies, flies high.

The child looks for a new home and expects everything to be ideal.But to his surprise, he finds out that 'love' which once filled his whole world has lost its meaning.His prospective towards life changes and so do his preferences.The mean and cruel world grips the innocent soul and turns the child into a monster totally devoid of feelings and eager to hunt.The child becomes a part of the world.The desire and craving for love is replaced by greed and hunger for materialistic possessions.And the story repeats itself again and again.

But no one cares about those who bought the child to existence, who nurtured him by their own blood, who were selfless and considerate all the time,who stayed hungry at times so that their child might not starve,who devoted their whole lives in the upbringing of their child forgetting that they had a life of their own.After the child flies away from the nest,the joy and inspiration of their lives is totally shattered.They can't even breathe in this gaping emptiness. Still the only thing that they desire is the well being of their child.Can love be more unconditional in any other form?

It's not that the child never realizes this.He does.When he becomes a parent himself, he does.But its too late.He goes back to the nest where he was born hoping to find them there and cries even at the thought of embracing them and telling how grateful he is for all the love and care and how sorry he feels for leaving them all alone.When he reaches there, he realizes its too late.He falls down on his knees and looks at the sky trying to find their faces among the stars and says," I am sorry, I shouldn't have fled away.....".

Heroes !!!!

Ever since i read my first NAGRAJ comic book, i wanted to be a Hero.I hoped that one fine morning i will wake up and realize that i have a gift within and my uncle would come to me and say,"SON,WITH GREAT POWERS,COMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITY".I wanted to be different with powers of my own that no one ever imagined.I wanted to kill all the bad guys that pollute this wonderland with their felonies.I wanted to rescue the lady of my dreams shackled inside the darkest cave of the haunted hill watched by the evils eye in the empire of the dark lord himself;YOU KNOW WHO.I wanted to fly high exploring the unknown,defying the boundaries of mankind and conquering the wild.

Time makes us wiser.As we grow old we realize the fact that we belong to the ACTUAL real world and not the one created by SMITH to keep us in wonderland forever.We try our best to forget all that we desired when we were innocent angels running all over the grass fields of our backyard chasing nothing but dreams so powerful which would have changed everything.But my heart is not willing to accept its existence inside a NORMAL human body.It still beats with the hope that someday i will break away from the crowd and will do whatever it would take to save the CHEERLEADER,and of course the WORLD.

You know what,may be its not about having superpowers or using more than 10% of our brain or having muscles coming out from every part of your body making you look like a FCC structure of footballs apparently resembling to a human body.Its not about being different from the crowd or how gifted you are.Its not about being the leader of a social service group that ignites fire between people of different dialects.Its not about reaching the ultimate heights of the political system,drowning in the sea of power and eventually doing nothing for the people.


Its about understanding the importance of the smallest of moments.The tiny things that we often overlook.The weird things that we share with friends.The moment when your heart just stops beating seeing a poor child struggling to get a piece of bread which would make him happy for the day.When you can't hold back your tears for the person you love.Its about making the right choice and not because all others are doing that.Having confidence within all the time.May be its the quality of living our lives so beautifully,being generous to one and all and in the simplest possible way that makes us special, that makes us HEROES.

Love Actually !!!!!

Love....we all are familiar with this beautiful word. Many of us out there claim that we love each other.But do we really understand what it really is? What its like to love someone and to be loved in return? Is it really important that the person you love should love you back? Is it necessary that both should be together ? Well, I always wondered how will i know that i love someone? Will there be a certain sound or a special sign or something ? Or the lord will himself come down with his sparkling ambiance to show me ?

There is this time in our lives when we feel the sudden urge, this thrust to discover and understand what this feeling is about that drives us crazy ? You feel something or someone is interfering with your thoughts as if affecting you from inside and certainly in a good way. You suddenly begin to observe and appreciate the smallest of moments. You start to believe that life is, beautiful!

Love isn't about some ridiculous words, its about grand gestures.Its about airplanes pulling banners over stadiums, proposals on big screens and giant words by sky-writing.Love is about going that extra mile even if it hurts.Letting it all hang out there.Love is about finding courage inside of you even when you didn't know it was there.

You must have read many love stories but the one i have with me is surely real and influencing.They say that love is selfless and kind, it's not at all jealous. Well. its all true folks ! So, let me just go straight to the story.The boy whom i am talking about is a very dear friend of mine so let me tell the story in his words..[[[[[[[

I remember the exact day when it all started.It was 29th May 2005, and i was just looking for a friend over the internet.I had just given the entrance exam to enter the mecca of engineering studies and was looking forward to the results.It did not take long enough when i figured out what the whole chat rooms were about.They had become an interface between people who desired something else. The whole system was overflowing with numerous vulgar creeps.Just when i thought that may be this is not the right place to look for a friend to talk with, may be this is where you can find people to talk dirty, suddenly my eyes focused on an id which resembled mine.

I don't know what it was but felt that this person was what i was looking for.The person was a girl of my age.So i pm'ed her, she replied and the magic began. I had nothing else to do at that time so we had a lot of time to discover each other. Soon i found out that we were not very different people and that inclined me more towards knowing her. Within weeks, she had come very close to me and that was the first time i felt this irrational exuberance. Every time i talked to her. we moved to a higher level of understanding and i realized there was no upper limit.

We started to tell each other everything and discussed our problems.We also used to mail each other often. Her mails used to be all colorful, full of poetry, jokes, smileys and at the end a red rose.I always wondered does she love me already or its just a rose which had nothing to do with love and all. I was all confused about were this relationship was going. But was it really something or was it just me ? Maybe it represented her love for me as her friend.

I always believed that the first step of love is friendship and the last step is also friendship.We were surely very good friends but we hadn't seen each other. It was like i saw her every night in my dreams and that was it. The magic continued and time flew with wings of love all over my little wonderland. Her absence was becoming more and more painful. The exchange of words over the net wasn't enough for me now.So we exchanged phone numbers and i still remember the first time i heard that beautiful voice that was so innocent, gentle and so lovely that i fell in love with it. We didn't talk very often but whenever we did, it felt like the seventh heaven.But in spite of this, we used to talk over the net also. That was something i didn't want to end ever.

Now-a-days the way i see it, love has totally lost its real meaning.The first thing that the young generations look for in their partners is his/her looks, the physical attributes and most importantly the 'bank balance'. The most important thing in a relationship is chemistry or compatibility which does not have anything to do with how good you look or how many bucks you earn.If you are true at heart and a honest person then surely you will see the inner beauty of the person.Every person in this world is beautiful, what you need is to find the right way to look at it.

I never bothered how she looked and had never asked her to give her snap for almost two years. Although i didn't know how she looked, i had seen a face in my dreams with an aura showering every corner with its healing ambiance. I knew it was her. The feelings became so strong, i felt as if she was around all the time. One day when i told her that i wanted to see how she looked she gave me one of her photos.I just thought this is what angels look like.Almost after two years, i started feeling restless.She was all over my mind and she inspired me.She had changed me and i didn't even know. I had grown a lot from this relationship. She taught me how life is lived to the fullest and much more that i can't express in words. We should not keep our feeling to ourselves because no one can say for sure that we will be in this world tomorrow.So don't hide anything from anyone. I told her that i love her and i wasn't surprised when she said she had been feeling the same way for last few days because i felt it. I remember a few lines that totally sum up my little love story...

I saw her first, in the words she wrote;
I saw her next , in the words she said;
You are so far apart,
But close enough that you touched my heart!

I don't know when is the magical day when i get to be with her but even if we never see each other for real i want her to know that my love for her is real. There are other things in our lives which we can't oversee, things that we must do ,things that will make our future, things that will make a difference if not taken care of.I hope she understands why i can't leave all this and be there with her at this point of time. So, what happens next ? I really have no clue.But one day i will complete this little story of mine and lets hopes hamari films ki tarah hamari asali zindagi mein bhi end tak sab thik hoon jaye...Happys Endings..]]]]]]]

That was it from my friend and i hope that they two get together.A very intelligent person has said that a girl needs only three things from the most special person in her life.Those three things are love,trust and respect.I guess the same is true for boys too.Nothing else matters, believe me!