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Re-Take: A Fiction story

Re-Take

The word 'Re-take' finds its maximum use in the virtual world,i.e. the world of movies,soaps etc. where the make-believe world is perfected using this tool called 're-take' to get the best possible result.I often wondered what would happen if in real-life also we could avail ourselves of this reel-life advantage. How often we find ourselves wishing things to have turned out to their liking than the fate those things eventually met with. For example,wouldn't Pakistani Cricketer Misbah-ul-Haq like to change the scoop shot that he played in the T20 world cup finals that cost his team the trophy if he could get an opportunity to change that event? Or would Aamir's LAGAAN team have won the cricket match against the British in the movie LAGAAN if there weren't any 're-takes'? Just imagine how nice it would be if we had the power of 're-takes' in real-life also. Even with limited access to it,life would have been one big party if we had that power. Well, however unusual it may sound, but destiny gave me the rarest of the rare opportunity to re-write the script of certain portions of my life. But of course those 're-take' offers came with the customary and legendary 'terms & conditions' that is there with every offer. Here, I would be giving u a first-hand account of my 're-takes' which I took hoping that they would fetch me the desired results.So, role tape,lights,camera and ACTION .

.. " I'll not give you any more reasons to complain. I grant you the power to change any 2 events of your life as per your liking and satisfaction." said God.

Before I take you through to the above point in my life where I was given the privilege to take 're-takes' of any 2 events of my life,  let me lead you to the build-up to that point ..

          So, this is OM for you?a 17 year old hard-core bollywood movie 'buff who always craved for the three Ms- Money,masti and Meenal. Meenal?the girl next door whom I loved so much but couldn't muster enough courage to tell her my feelings. But can a love story be without any complications and a 'third angle'?The 'third angle' in this case was my best friend Gaurav! Quite a predictable plot,isn't it? As SRK's character in the movie OSO says that if you love someone truly & wholeheartedly, the whole universe comes to your assistance in helping u get the love of your life.So, banking on that piece of advice, I didn't come in between Gaurav and Meenal, as I didn't want to be the DEEWAR in between their DOSTANA. But somewhere I still had the pinch of losing my love to Gaurav. He wasn't a bad guy but surely was more 'blessed' than me. We knew each other from our orphanage days! Yes, we were orphans who finally had families for the last 9 years. I don't know who writes our destiny but whoever has been writing the script of my life had churned out the biggest flop in the form of my life. That's why the couple who had come to adopt me finally zeroed in on Gaurav because looking at their plain and simple wardrobe I had refused to go with them. Only days later, I learnt that they were millionaires! Rubbing more salt on my wound was the fact that I landed up in the house next to Gaurav's new house when a 'rich-looking' but a middle-class couple adopted me. That time I learned that looks can be deceptive! I wish at that age, I had been exposed to the saying that never judge a book by its cover!

 

          I often pitied myself for landing up in a middle class family. I just couldn't live that compromised life that is the trademark of a middle class life. It wasn't hopeless but when compared with Gaurav who had everything I could only dream of?big house,swanky cars, and hordes of servants at his service and of course Meenal, I did feel to be hard done by destiny. Gaurav always preached to live a content life and satisfied with whatever we have and work hard to acquire all the worldly comforts. Nonsense! That's why I rechristened Gaurav as 'Guru Gaurav(GG)Yes, I would have surely been satisfied if had the things GG possessed.Only those who are the 'chosen blessed' people having all the money and comforts in the world preach such nonsense stuffs. I know all those preaching would vanish in thin air if they are made a live the life of a commoner.I couldn't bear the sight of seeing GG sitting in a big car whenever he used to go out or the Play stations he used to play with during leisure time. What leisure time! Every moment of his was like a leisure moment from my point of time. One night, I have had enough of this 'compromised' life. I cried and cried blaming the almighty for being so unjust to me? I had this bottle of poison in my hand was about to gulp it down my throat when I heard a voice calling out my name. It wasn't 'maa'(my mother) or Papa for sure. I headed in the direction of the voice which was coming from the terrace side.".I saw a very bright light emanating from the sky. It was a bit unusual as the city was witnessing incessant rain for the last few days and there weren't any signs of any let up in the overcast condition for the next few days. The light was so bright that I had to turn my back towards it.

 

 Half-frightened and half-excited, I asked, "Who's there?" Then came this reply, "Child. I'm God. I've noticed that you are not too happy with the life you've been given. What's the problem?" 1st I couldn't believe my ears but gathering some courage, I asked,"Are u really God?" The voice said," yes, my child. Tell me why you seem to be unhappy with the life u have been given?" "Why not, God? Why have you been so unfair to people like me? Why can't we also enjoy all the worldly pleasures we have been deprived of? can't you wave a magic wand and give unprivileged people like much better reasons to live." I asked.

"Child,life itself is a big privilege. Whatever human beings are today because of his good and bad 'karma'. I never do any kind of injustice to anybody. You are all my children and very special to me. Anyone can change his destiny by sheer hard work, honesty and perseverance.You are the maker of your own destiny.",said God. "But you'll have to admit that some people are born lucky. They seem to be getting all your blessings and ride their luck in whatever they do." I contradicted. On this, God said, "I'll not give you any more reasons to complain. I grant you the power to change any 3 events of your life as per your liking and satisfaction.Only you'll be aware of those changes. Others will be oblivious of the 're-takes' you would take. You won't be able to reveal those re-takes to anyone. But you'll have to keep a few things in mind before you execute those 2 changes."

I couldn't believe my ears! "What? Are u really serious God? Will I be able to change any 3 events of my life? That means, like the movie and soap stars, I too will have the option of taking 're-takes' to perfect the scenes of my life?" I asked excitedly. ""Yes, my movie buff , you can make those changes or in your words, u can  take those 're-takes' But you'll have to take care of a couple of  things before you execute those 3 changes.The 1st  condition is that any of those 're-takes' can't bring any dead back to life or cause anybody's death." I agreed to it and asked for the 2nd condition. "Not now. I'll tell u later. Anyways, I'll be giving u a ring which you need to wear whenever you want to take those 're-takes'. Just rub the ring three times and say 're-take' after which you'll be taken to the time period you desire to be in to implement those changes." said God. Suddenly, the light disappeared and I found a ring lying in front of me on the floor. I immediately pocketed it. "What are you doing here?" asked a voice from behind. It was 'maa'. I was a little rattled and feared if 'maa' had listened to my 'pact' with God. But she hadn't ." nothing, maa. I was just feeling a little suffocated downstairs so I came on the terrace to have some fresh air.", I lied. " ok. Come downstairs now.Tomorrow you've to wake up early to go to school." 'Maa' said and we headed downstairs. I pinched myself again and again to make sure it wasn't a dream.Wow! what a nice things had happened to me! As I often pitied myself for landing up in a middle class family and being deprived of the worldly pleasures, I knew what needed to feature on the 're-take' list.

So, when it came to choosing those 3 re-takes, I thought long and hard over it. Finally, I zeroed in on the 3 events of my life which had robbed me of all I wanted to have—-money, worldly comforts and Meenal. It had been 8-9 years since I had been living that 'unfulfilled' life. My 1st priority was to get Meenal.I still remember the day when Minisha expressed her love for GG and how they confessed their love to each other with GG giving her a beautiful birthday card(and expensive of course) and she getting bowled over by that romantic gesture of GG. So, here's the account of my 1st re-take in the form of a poem?

A boy must be of minimum 21 years of age 2 get married is what says the law

But at 17 only, I used 2 fall for every beautiful girl I saw.

 

The one who fell prey to this was Gaurav my closest pal

As , I too had developed a he crush on her gal.

 

I had heard the adage that everything is fair in love and war 

It was decided that if I did not get her, I would take it as "Grapes are sour".

 

By the grace of god, I got the opportunity soon

A masterstroke was the need of the hour and I would be on top on the moon.

 

It was Meenal's birthday in the month of January

On the eve of Meenal's birthday, I saw GG buying a birthday card and a blackberry.

 

As he went for a few minutes to the loo

I had almost decided what I had to do.

 

I opened the card & wrote the encircled letter "A" on top of her name

As only adult movies has the encircled "A" attached to them, I'm sure it would embarrass her and put her to shame.

 

My plan paid off well as soon after they parted ways

I couldn't help but grin at the sight of some happy days.

 

I got more and more close to her with each passing day

Till date we are going rock steady which only proves that I was right in doing what I did

  and where there is a will, there is a way.

 

The 2nd Re-Take

With my love life back on track, I decided to go for gold! I decided to make up for the 'incorrect' decision of refusing to go with the 1st couple who had come to adopt me.As I was about to say 're-take' and travel to the desired time period, God appeared and made the proceedings a little complex. "you can't do a 're-take' of that event of your life unless Gaurav is ready to swap his life with yours.", said God throwing a thunderbolt on me." Why on earth he would leave all that and live a 'compromised' middle class life? Only a big fool would do that. Please God, don't do this to me.", I pleaded. Finally, God took a soft stand but again threw a 'surprise package' to me. " ok, that won't be needed but if you want to take this particular 're-take', the other two 're-takes' would be cancelled and you would lose your love." said God.  I quickly made up my mind and replied, "God if I have wads of money,  I can get 1000s of Meenals at the snap of my fingers.I'll go with this decision of mine.In today's world, money and power is everything that matters. All other things revolve around those two things only." "Amen!",said God and disappeared.

          The next moment I saw myself lying on a 'Karan Johar movies-type lavish bedroom that GG must have been using before me. Surrounded by servants carrying juices and towels, I felt like a movie star. I couldn't believe all that was happening to me- Swanky cars, air-conditioned rooms and hordes of servants at my service round the clock. Several months passed smoothly. But little I knew what was in store for me.I spared a thought for poor Gaurav who must be feeling the hardships of belonging to a middle class family which is full of 'compromises' and killing of one's desires. But to my amazement, he was the same satisfied and happy bundle of nerves he used to be earlier.I wondred how could he live happily in such a financial crisis as 'maa' and papa(my 1st parents) were not financially very sound.But I didn't have time to pity him as I was already over-indulgent in my own world of cars,playstations and latest gadgets Soon I started missing the 'human element' from my life. Most of my previous friends had distanced themselves because of my snobbish behaviour and high-handedness. I had started weighing everybody with money. My new parents had no time for me.Even when I fell ill, doctors and servants were pressed into service but they never found time to sat beside me and comfort me. I was missing out on the small-small things that provided me lots of happiness in my earlier life for which I didn't so any respect. Now the tables had turned. Those little moments of joy with family and friends turned their backs on me. Right from the delicious paalak-paneer to having paani-pooris with my peers to dancing in the rain on the roads with them, I was missing everything. Those who were with me had some or the other 'expectation' from me. Nobody was genuine. Unlike me earlier friends and parents, their love and concerns were not genuine. I was reminded of the King Midas's story who had to pay the price in the form of his beloved daughter for his greed for gold and money. I wanted my earlier life back. I called upon God and pleaded him to give my earlier life back to me."Child. It's too late now. It was you only who wanted all the stuffs who r getting today. They why you are backing out now? You had told that you can buy emotions,love and friends with money. So, go and do your purchasing. Why r u pleading?" God said angrily. I was shattered. I started crying," Please God. I've realized that the greatest wealth is family and friends. I've learnt my lessons. Please .please return my life ..I beg of u .." But God disappeared.

          " what happened to you? Are u ok, OM? What are u murmuring?",asked 'maa'.I opened my eyes. 'Maa' was standing in front of me with an inquisitive look on her face. IT WAS A DREAM!!!!! Nothing had changed! But that dream had taught me the lesson of a lifetime. May be that was God's way of conveying his message to me. I hugged 'maa' and said,"Maa,I'll never leave you. One day, I'll make you proud of me and give u every happiness that's there in this world. I promise."

'Maa' smiled and hugged me more tightly. 'We are already proud of you OM. We are very fortunate to have a son like u."said she affectionately. I had decided that now onwards, I'll not brood over things that were beyond my controls.I'll work hard and carve a niche for myself and make my parents happy.I'll make this average looking 'feature film'.ie. my life, a blockbuster!!!!!! I promise. My picture had just 'begun' PICTURE ABHI BAAKI HAI MERE DOST!!!!!!!!!!

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Non-Sens: A Funny story

On numerous occasions,by destiny, I had been hard done

Here my plight is being presented in the form of fun.

I think it has all the ingredients 4 the remake of the movie Mr. Bechaara

As both of us(the hero of the movie and I) are Kismat ka mara.

 

It all began on that day—-the 1st day of my new academic session of class 5 when I met the two Sens?Sahil and Megha. We kicked off well right from the word go. But very little did I know what I was getting into and how instrumental the roles of these 2 Sens was going to be in my life.So, I would do a Dumbledore here and take you to my memory lane to unleash some past incidents. Here the journey starts ..(you don't need to put the invisibility cloak on you like Harry Potter.So, just sit back and enjoy or rather feel pity 4 the protagonist)

 

Part One:Happy Birthday 2 Me

Its 28th March 1999—My birthday and the last day before the closure of our school for Easter. I was busy dreaming about the gifts I would get  before I realised that my nails were quit dirty and  a bit longer than the normal size. So, I was dreading the idea of getting punished in front of the whole class and that too, on my birthday.I was paralyzed with fear as my class teacher Mr. Mathew was very strict regarding homework and cleanliness. It was for some reason that he was given the nickname "Khadoos Hitler".

            This is where Sahil and Megha stepped in and had a close look at my nails. Then after exchanging some strange glances with each other, they turned towards me.Megha advised me to rub some hair oil in my palms that was pouring in from her head as if she had taken a bath with hair oil. I couldn't think of getting the enormous pain by the thick bamboo stick. Already half paralyzed with fear, I followed her advice. But I soon realised that it was looking as if I had soaked my hand into a well of hair oil. Thankfully Sahil came to my rescue and told me to rub my palms against the soil.As Sir was expected any time, I rushed to the ground and rubbed my palms hard against the ground. But all the soil particles got stuck in my palms.As I was toying with the thought of going to the tap or not, I saw Megha coming with sir towards our classroom. Dropping all other thoughts, I rushed back to the class.My heart was pounding like never as my turn to show the nails  came. Unexpectdly, Sir seemed to have no qualms about my nails. Instead, I was punished for my dirty hands. On top of that , I was made to stand at the entrance door of my class facing my classmates with my hands up.

            I could see Sahil and Megha enjoying every bit of the scene they had scripted. What a birthday gift to get!The week following that incident saw no conversation taking place between us. It took a mutual friend of us 2 break the ice between us.

Part Two: I and Cell phone Mania

When I was in class 10, I was bitten by the cell phone bug. All were fed up of this habit of mine.So, Sahil and Megha took the task to them to get me back on the right track. Though they succeeded in achieving what they wanted, it cost me dearly. How? Read on .

 

(Scene: all the students are writing their Economics paper of their Pre-Board exams)

 

I(obviously having a difficult time whisper to Sahil):Sahil, what will be the answer of Q.No. 5

Sahil: All lines in this route are busy.Please try later.

(Half astonished with his reply, I turned to Megha)

.

Megha: The no. U have dialed is out of reach.

(completely taken aback by her response, I turned to a friend who had also joined to the party)

 

Friend: Please Check the no. U have dialed. I have taken Sanskrit as my extra paper, not Economics. 

    

(It was time up. So, the invigilator started collecting the answer sheets. I asked for some spare time and this was the response I got from him

Invigilator: This call can't be completed now. Thank you.

 

Net result : I failed in the Economics paper. But then I was back on track and got very good marks in the mains.

 

Part Three:Yeh Kya Ho Gaya Rama re .

 Life moved on as usual before both I and Sahil realised that we had developed a huge crush on Megha.When Sahil spoke about her feelings for Megha, I was reminded of a scene from Kal Ho Naa Ho. I felt being in the shoes of Saif Ali Khan who couldn't help but curse his luck knowing that Priety(Sahil,in this case) loved SRK (read Megha here) not him(need I tell U who's 'him' in this case?).

    As I was well known for my writing prowess, I was asked by Sahil to write a love letter  for Megha .How ironical, isn't it? But suddenly, an idea struck me which could turn the tide in my favour and give me an opportunity to retaliate.I wrote a poem too childish more a 18 year old but convinced Sahil that it would work in his favour.Here is the poem:

                        Yadi tum ho dil toh main hoo dhadkan

                        Yadi tum ho bottle toh main hoo dhakann.

                        Yadi tum ho nadi toh main hoo tumhari dhaara

                        Yadi tum ho cow toh main hoo tumhar chaara.

                        Yadi tum ho tyre toh main hoo tube

                        If U accept my proposal, majay karengay hum khoob.

                        Yadi tum ho Ford Fiesta toh main hoo tumhara pahiya

                        Please I beg of U, kabhi nahin kehna mujhe bhaiya.

 

But for the umpteenth time, I was hard done by destiny.I had written the poem to sabotage Sahil's image as childish but it backfired on me.She  couldn't stop praising him and that too, in public.The following day I saw them going happily together humming the song —Hum tumhare hain sanam .

As for me, this song was playing in the background -==

Dost dost naa raha

Pyaar pyaar naa raha

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मैं हूँ ना

मैं हूँ ना

मैं– देखो तो महज एक छोटा सा शब्द। शब्दों के महासागर में पानी की एक छोटी से बूँद के समान है ये शब्द। परन्तु यही एक अदना सा शब्द राजा को रंक और रोडपति को करोड़पति बना देने का माद्दा रखता है. ‘मैं’ शब्द हमारे लिए वरदान भी बन सकता और हमारे अंत का कारण भी। अब ये हम पर निर्भर करता है की हम इसके किस रूप से रु -ब -रु होते हैं।

देखा जाए तो एक दोहरी ज़िन्दगी जीता है ये शब्द। एक मायाजाल की अनुभूति देता है जिसमे उलझ जाने पर मनुष्य को हर स्तिथि में उसी के सही होने का एहसास होता है।
आइये सबसे पहले ‘मैं’ के साइड एफ्फेक्ट्स से दो-चार हो लेते हैं.जब ‘मैं’ का नकारात्मक पक्ष इंसान पर हावी हो जाता है तब वो सिर्फ और सिर्फ पतन की ओर चलता चला जाता है। आम बोलचाल की भाषा में इसे इंसान के ऊपर उसके एहम का हावी होना कहते हैं।


ऐसी स्तिथि में उसके लिए सही और ग़लत के बीच फर्क करना मुश्किल हो जाता है। उसे सिर्फ़ वही सही लगता है। उसे सिर्फ़ उसके निर्णय ही सही और उपयुक्त लगते हैं। दूसरों का नजरिया या राय उसके लिए कोई मायेने नहीं रखती. इससे न सिर्फ़ लोगों की नजरों में वो अपनी एहमियत खोता है बल्कि अपनी ज़िन्दगी के दायरे भी सीमित कर लेता है। वो जीता है तो सिर्फ़ और सिर्फ़ अपने अहम खुश करने के लिए। पूरी दुनिया के साथ-साथ वो ख़ुद से भी दूर होता चला जाता है। बल्कि यूँ कहा जाए की वो ख़ुद ही दुनिया को ख़ुद से दूर करता चला जाता है और उसे इसका कोई अफ़सोस भी नही रहता। अगर कोई है तो ‘मैं’ ही हूँ। बाकी सब बकवास है। कुछ ऐसी ही मानसिकता हो जाती है जब ‘मैं’ के नेगटिव एस्पेक्ट से पाला पड़ता है।

वहीँ ‘मैं’ के सकारात्मक पक्ष को आलिंगन करने के तो फायेदे ही फायेदे हैं। ‘मैं’ के पॉजिटिव पहलु से लबरेज़ इंसान रेगिस्तान में भी हरियाली ला सकने का माद्दा रखता है। कोई राह कठिन नही होती; कोई मजिल दूर नही होती उसके लिए। ऐसे व्यक्ति के लिए तो कंकर-पत्थर भी फूलों की शैया होती है। आसमान भी झुकर इनका अभिनन्दन करता है। और इसमे कोई आश्चर्य नही होता जब ऐसे इंसान मुश्किल से मुश्किल परिस्थियों में भी आगे बढ़कर कहते हैं–’ मैं हूँ ना’.

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A Funny Love Application

To,

My Beauty(with or without brain, preferably without brain);

Daughter of a rich man;

Residing anywhere in Metros or Abraod(preferably abroad)

Date: 7th April,2009

Dear Jaanu,

Sub: Applying for the job of becoming your 'Saawariya'
यूँ तो प्यार नजरों की भाषा होती है पर मुझे conjectivitis होने और तुम्हारे भेंगे होने के कारण मुझे शब्दों का सहारा लेना पड़ रहा है.
Unlike innumerable road-side Romeos, मैं तेरे लिए चाँद -तारे तोड़ कर तेरे कदमों में रखने का दावा नही करता । ऐसा नही है की मैं चाँद -वांड तोड़ कर तुम्हारे कदमों में नही रख सकता . पर अगर चाँद तोड़ कर तेरे कदमों में रख दिया तो फ़िर इतना खर्चा कर के जो चंद्रयान -1 को चाँद पर भेजा गया है , उसका क्या होगा ? सो देश -हित में ऐसा कुछ नही करूँगा .

All I offer you is my love as मेरी सारी दौलत लालू जी के कारण डूब गई । वो क्या हुआ की मैंने लालू जी के इस आगामी LOK SHABHA चुनाव 2009 में CONGRESS का साथ देने par सत्ता (bet) लगाया था पर LALU जी ने सब मटिया पुलित कर दी .

However, even in this recession period, I assure you that I won't cut corners on the budget of your Kitty parties, make-up kits and travel tours। With me, there won't be any chance of domestic violence either as I suffer from itching problems and half the day is spent scratching and scrubbing my body.So You will be the KINGG err . I mean to say QUEEN.

Hope to become your Saawariya,

Yours truly(till you don't reject me)
Saawariya

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The Deadly Prank– A short story

The Deadly Prank



Tannu adjusted the strap on her new pink top as she logged on to chat like any other evening. It was just three months into her hostel life in Delhi but life was a stark contrast from what it used to be at home in Patna. No domestic work,no family tension nothing. 'work hard and party harder' had became the hallmark of her hostel life. Her top was expensive but a good buy, she decided. The messages started flowing as soon as she logged on.

RaZor:U look gud in pink .
Sweet_tannu89: who r u?
RaZor:u always bite your nail?
Tannu looked down at her nails,jagged at her nails.
RaZor: I'm waiting for an answer .
Sweet_tannu89: who r u?how can u see me?
Tannu took her cellphone and started searching for the messages she had got while she was busy attending the classes.
RaZor:1st keep the cellphone aside

The latest message forced Tannu to devote her full attention to this RaZor.A little rattled Tannu replied

Sweet_tannu89 : listen! Enough of ur pranks. Tell me who the hell r u?

RaZor: relax babes! 1st take a sip from the glass of water kept on ur computer table.

Now all that was going beyond the joke for Tannu.

Sweet_tannu89:enough is enough. This is becoming a little scary.how on earth r u able to spot me?

RaZor:scary?Do u believe in ghosts?

Sweet_tannu89 : sorry! But why do u ask?

RaZor: b'coz I'm a GHOST!!!!

Sweet_tannu89: Aah! I see. So ghosts come and chat with people online?
Tannu started smiling.

RaZor : stop smiling!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tannu was taken aback She left her chair at once n took a few steps back.
RaZor: sit down and listen to me!Or be ready to face the consequences later.
A frightened Tannu had no option but to sit down.

Sweet_tannu89 : pls tell me who r u?what u want 4rm me?

RaZor: Go to http://www.deathultimatum.com/ to get the answers of all ur queries.

Tannu clicked on the link.The site opened and a message flashed——————–
Are u sure u want to see the site's content? once u do, there won't be any coming back without our consent.

Tannu hesitated for a moment and pressed ENTER

The new window that opened up had images of murdered teenage girls splashed all over the webpage. Tannu felt numb. She had every reason to feel numb.

On top of the page, it was Tannu’s picture under the heading " Forthcoming Death recommendations".

She clicked on it only to find that the date and timing were of that day only. The timing written was 7:30 PM. It was 7:28 PM already.

She tried to close the site but then this message appeared—-

" You can't log out of this site unless you are dead."

Tannu’s hands started becoming sweaty. She yelled a loud scream. RaZor, who was actually Tannu's batchmate Ritika playing this prank on Tannu, came rushing in her room.

"R u ok,Riya?",asked Ritika. Tannu pointed to the monitor.

Ritika closed the site and switched off the computer. She hugged Tannu to comfort her. It was actually a prank she played on Tannu! Actually, she was watching Tannu’s every move from her room and messaging her with this fictitios name of RaZor, which Tannu failed to notice.
" U r such a dumbo! Do ghosts ever chart with people on the net?", said Ritika.
"ok, got to go now. I've to catch the 8:45 PM train. Going home for the vacations. Aren't u going?".asked Ritika.
"No.",said Tannu.
"sorry for that prank, Tannu"
"No problem",said Tannu.

Time: 7:30 AM the next day
Place: Ritika’s house

After freshening up, Ritika took out her laptop and started checking her messages.There was1 unread message. It was her boyfriend Anurag's message

"miss u sweety. Come back soon.luv u "

Ritika found that Tannu was online too.

ritikatheroadie:" Tannu, are u there?"

Sweet_tannu89:"yup"

Ritikatheroadie:"are u ok now? Or still shivering b'coz of last night’s prank"

Sweet_tannu89 : "not anymore. By the way, what was the site all about?"

Ritikatheroadie:"oh! That one? Actually there was a rumour about the site that whoever is nominated to die on that site, dies on the time fed by the user who nominates that person to die. But the only condition is that the recommended person has to visit the site personally and click on his/her picture."

Sweet_tannu89 :"so you recommended my name!"

Ritikatheroadie:"sorry, baba! I told u it was just a prank."

Sweet_tannu89:"but do ghosts chat with people online?"

Ritikatheroadie:"don't be an idiot, Tannu"

"There you are with your laptop! Go and have your breakfast first. Then chat as much as u want with your friends." Said Ritika’s father and switched on the TV for his daily news dose.

The headline was:
"A Delhi college girl found dead in her hostel room last night in mysterious conditions .Forensic reports say that the deceased,Tannu, was said to have died around 7:30 last night "

Ritika jumped out of her bed. How is that possible, she thought. Then something stroke her. When she went to close the site, it had this message
" U can't log out of this site unless u r dead"

But the site had closed at once as soon as Ritika clicked on the EXIT button.
That means Tannu was already dead when she reached her room!!!!!
But how can she be online this time when she's dead?

Ritika’s heart was pumping like anything. Her eyes were transfixed on the computer screen. She's was looking as if she had just taken a sweat bath. Reason?This latest message that was flashing:—

Sweet_tannu89:  SOMETIMES GHOSTS DO CHAT WITH PEOPLE ONLINE!!!!!!!!!

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The Culture of Silence

 

कल्चर ऑफ़ साएलेंस

कल्चर— आखिर क्या है ये शब्द सो बचपन से मैं सुनता आया हूँ. जहाँ तक मेरी समझ मुझे ले जाती है और जिंदगी ने जितना अनुभव मुझे दिया है, उस लिहाज से संस्कृति या कल्चर का अर्थ मेरे लिए यही है कि किस प्रकार हम अपनी निजी और सामजिक जिंदगी जीते हैं. जिस तरह हम खुद को प्रेजेंट करते हैं दुनिया के सामने उसी को ये दुनिया हमारी संस्कृति का नाम देती है कि भाई ये लड़का बड़ा संस्कारी मालूम पड़ता है या फिर इस लड़के को तो लगता है कि इसके माँ-बाप से कभी कोई संस्कार दिए ही नहीं, वगैरह वगैरह.
कल्चर का अर्थ सिर्फ वो रिवाज या संस्कार नहीं जो हम सदियों से निभाते चले आ रहे हैं.यहाँ जिस संस्कृति कि बात मैं कर रहा हूँ वो है “कल्चर ऑफ़ साईलेंस”– “चुप्पी कि संस्कृति”.वो संस्कृति जो पिछले कुछ समय से बड़ी तेजी से मेरी जिंदगी में अपने पाँव पसारे जा रही है.असल में ये ‘चुप्पी कि संस्कृति’ ओने आस-पास हो रहे गलत और unethical कार्यों को देखने के बाद भी अपनी आवाज़ नहीं उठाना है.
क्यूँ हम उसे चुपचाप होने देते हैं चाहे वो कितना ही गलत क्यूँ ना हो? क्यूँ हम आगे बढ़ कर उन्हें वो गलत और अनैतिक कार्य करने से रोकते नहीं हैं? माना कि लोगों कि मानसिकता बदलना आसन नहीं पर हम पहल भी तो नहीं करते उन्हें वैसा करने से रोकने कि.
मैं जब भी ऐसा कुछ करने कि कोशिश करता हूँ तो यही सुनने को मिलता है -” छोडो जाने दो। तुम्हे क्या प्रॉब्लम हो रही है. जैसा वो कर रहा है करने दो उसे. तुम क्यूँ टेंशन लेते हो. तुम बस अपने आप से मतलब रखो. दूसरा जो कर रहा है उससे करने दो.”अब चाहे वो कॉलेज में मेरे कुछ क्लासमेट्स द्बारा क्लास नहीं आने पर भी अपना अटेंडेंस खुद बना लेना हो या फिर पासपोर्ट वेरिफिकेशन के लिए आये अधिकारी का वेरिफिकेशन की प्रकिरिया पूरी करने के लिए “खर्चे-पानी” की ‘गुजारिश’, हर जगह हर बार चुप्पी की संस्कृति अपनाने की सलाह दी जाती है. तर्क ये दिया जाता है कि जल में रह कर मगरमच्छ से बैर नहीं रखते. ये बिहार है यहाँ कुछ नहीं बदलने वाला. आखिर अकेला चना कभी भांर फोड़ सकता है भला?
ये चुप्पी की संस्कृति मुझे आये दिन परेशान करती है।

I FEEL SO HELPLESS AT TIMES।
पर जैसा चल रहा है उससे देख कर तो यही लगता है कि मुझे भी चाहे-अनचाहे इस चुप्पी की संस्कृति के आगे घुटने टेक देने होंगे और उसे अपनाना ही होगा. पर ये शर्मिंदगी मुझे जिंदगी भर कचोटती रहेगी कि मैंने हार कर इस ‘चुप्पी की संस्कृति’ को अपनाया था. नहीं ला सका मैं कोई बदलाव इस दुनिया में. इतनी हिम्मत नहीं दिखा सका कि अपने अधिकारों के लिए, सच के लिए खडा हो सकूँ.यही संस्कृति मुझे अपने समाज से अपनी पहले वाली पीढी से मिली है और शायद यही में आने वाली पीढी को दूंगा. पर मुझे हमेशा उस श्रोत का इंतज़ार रहेगा जो इस चुप्पी कि संस्कृति को तोडेगा और हमें अपने हक़ के लिए,सच के लिए खड़े होने कि हिम्मत देगा. मुझे उसका इंतज़ार रहेगा!!!!!!

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Review of DOSTANA

Review of the Movie DOSTANA

It didn't start with 'K'. It didn't have Karan Johar's lucky mascot Shah Rukh Khan even in brief appearance. But most importantly and thankfully, it did have the entertainment package that one associates Dharma Productions (Karan's production house) with. This was a genre that was a first from the Johars?an out and out comedy. It wasn't a spoof on a community but a light take on the subject of homosexuality. Welcome all to the fun-filled world of DOSTANA.

DOSTANA?the title conjures up images of Amitabh Bachchan and Shartudhun Sinha's yesteryear classic DOSTANA. But this isn't a rehash of the old DOSTANA. In this era of remakes, one may be excused to interpret this DOSTANA a remake of the earlier one. But thankfully, all similarity remained confined to the title only.

Directed by Debutante and Karan Johar's aide Tarun Mansukhaani, this DOSTANA comes as fresh and 'light' breath of air as the box office too heaved a big sigh of relief after witnessing a 'thanda'(cold) and serious(read 'Fashion', 'Karzzzz') outcome at the box office in recent times.

Abhishek-Priyanka-John starrer DOSTANA basically is rib-tickler which hovers around the theme of same-sex relationship (read gay relationship) but in a lighter vein. Littered with breathtaking Miami beaches and sceneries, enough flesh-showing (this time the male actors, John Abraham to be precise, takes it upon himself to do the needful) and some amazing chemistry between Abhishek and John, this DOSTANA becomes a must-watch.

The movie takes a lighter take on the gay community and walks away without offending them or for that matter anyone. The two chief protagonists, Sam(Abhishek Bachchan) and Kunal(John Abraham) pretend to be gay couples in order to rent a flat they desperately need. If nothing succeeds like success, nothing complicated like complications. That small lie snowballs into a much bigger and inescapable thing they had envisioned. The 1st half of DOSTANA brings you some really funny moments but the loosely scripted 2nd half entertains and tickles your funny bones in patches. Or may be the 1st half of the movie raised the bar and expectations a tad too much for the 2nd half to sustain the same entertainment and humour package that the 1st half offered. Whatever may be the reason, the 2nd half disappoints. After all, making a full-fledged film out of the KAL HO NAA HO Kantaaben joke was always going to a difficult task.

Among the actors, the one to look out for is Abhishek Bachchan. He's surely the pick of the actors. John hasn't looked this hot ever before. Not only women but the males also could be seen gasping every time John flashed his biceps and well-sculpted body. But it wasn't only muscles that floored the fans. John does a pretty decent job with his acting and complements Abhishek very well. He's was a much improved show from his last out-and-out comedy Garam Masala. Priyanka, as usual wins the hearts of the audience with her beauty and acting prowess. She looks screen-scorching hot. Seasoned actors like Kiron Kher as Abhishek's mother and Boman Irani as the gay editor-in-chief of a fashion show again live up to the their reputation and steal the show even if their brief but hugely entertaining and indelible performances. Bobby Deol, as Priyanka's boss, (another guest appearance in the movie) does an okay job as the script didn't leave much to explore and exhibit for this Punjab da Puttar. The music scored by one of the most happening duos of Bollywood Vishal-Shekhar is nothing much to write home about sans the track Desi Girl and Maa Daa Laadla Bigad gaya.

All in all, DOSTANA makes up for a good-watch. In fact, it's more than a good-watch. So, go and soak in the DOSTANA spirit. Fun is guaranteed.

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An ode to the DADAGIRI of Sourav Ganguly

An ode to Sourav Ganguly?' The Phoenix'

As the cricket fraternity and fans all over bid adieu to the transformer of Indian cricket?Sourav Ganguly, I also couldn't help stopping myself from joining the bandwagon to pay ode to this legend of Indian cricket who no longer will be seen wearing the Indian tri-colours on the cricket field.

With the conclusion of the 2008 Border-Gavaskar trophy, the hugely successful though quite eventful career of Sourav Ganguly came to a halt as the southpaw announced retirement from all forms of international cricket.

Farewells are always an emotional affair where there is a tinge of disappointment of going. However huge this loss (retirement of Sourav Ganguly) may be to the Indian cricket, on a personal front, it will be a monumental loss as I saw and admired Ganguly not only as a cricketer but a big role model.

I still have vivid memories of Sourav who broke onto the international cricket arena with an indelible century on debut that made the world sit and take note of this 'Prince of Kolkata'. I can recapitulate those moments when I first heard about 'Dada'— It was the Lords test in 1996. I didn't have any cable connection that time. So my only source of cricket updates used to be the Doordarshan news. I was busy writing my project report when my grandfather asked me to rush to the drawing room where he was listening to the DD news. That was the time when I first saw the images of Sourav Ganguly. The video clipping showing Sourav caressing the off side for a boundary and reaching to a magnificent century marked with exceptional class, tremendous grit and princely elegance is still etched in my memory.

With the passage of time, he grew from strength to strength to strength and his stature in the cricketing history of our cricket-frenzy nation continued to reach new heights. In between records stumbled and Sourav Ganguly became synonymous with success and aggression. But his cricket credentials are not the only reasons why I would always remember him. Sourav Ganguly will always be my hero, my idol for his determination, grit, never-say-die-attitude and resilience. He taught us how to make 'comebacks' despite all odds being against you. He taught us to always keep our chin up even when we have our backs to the wall and sail through the troubled waters even when the whole world turns against us.

The world may have christened him as 'Dada', 'Bengal Tiger, 'Prince of Kolkata', 'Maharaja'. But for me he'll always be a 'PHEONIX'?a true fighter who literally rose form the ashes fighting all adversaries. The fact that he's leaving on a high gives more pleasure to his fans and well-wishers than maybe himself. He truly deserves every bit of praise and accolades he's getting for serving and literally transforming Indian cricket into a world power in cricket. Sourav Ganguly will surely be missed.

Wishing Sourav a happy and successful life post cricket!

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A letter to John Abraham

Dear as well as near to us John,

 

I am sure that it won't be considered a PAAP if I travel in KABUL EXPRESS without a ticket.

 

After all, all I want is to   see the heartthrob of Bollywood ZINDA to wish him a HAPPY BIRTHDAY (forthcoming movie).

 

May each and every GOAL of John see the light of the day. I would like to thank John for not drawing a LAKEER for his fans (ACs and coolers not included) and promoting the benefits of NO SMOKING.

 

 It's really sweet and nice of you to establish a bond of love and affection with those who love and adore you to death. All our best wishes are with you so that you reach to the SHIKHAR of success and happiness.

 

Most youngsters want to have a JISM like yours but I would like to have a girlfriend like yours.

 

 Don't take this as buttering if I say that you are one of the few actors of this KAAL who after seeing so much success and wealth has his feet firmly on the ground. In order to create DHOOM in the industry, never compromise upon your down-to-earth nature.

 

We have a lot of AITBAAR on you and will never be VIRUUDH you.

 

We all pray that for you that not even a single bad SAAYA comes closer to you and our DOSTANA remains as rock-solid as ever.

 

Just concentrate on doing good KARAM everything will be Clinic All Clear.

 

Here I would like to ELAAN one thing that your performance in GARAM MASAALA was quite thanda.

 

 But the BAABUL of Bollywood came back well with all guns blazing by hiring TAXI NO. 9211 which added another feather in your cap.

 

 Your ardent fan,

Chandan

 

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A Telephonic Conversation with Baapu

” Hello, Main Baapu Bol Raha Hoon”.
2 October,2008—- एक ओर ईद परने कि ख़ुशी तो दूसरी ओर गाँधी जयंती मनाने कि औपचारिकता. गाँधी जयंती कि औपचारिकता निभाते हूए मैने कुछ लोगों को गाँधी जयंती कि बधाई देते हूए अपने मुस्लिम दोस्तों को ये साफ़ साफ़ कह दिया कि भाई आज गाँधी जयंती है सो मैं मांसाहारी खाना नहीं खाऊंगा. भाई अपने रास्ट्रपिता कि सम्मान में इतना तो मैं कर ही सकता हूँ. खैर ईद कि दावत से जब मैं लौट रहा था तो उस इन्सानरूपी कुत्ते ने आज फिर मुझ पर एक कमेन्ट पास किया. मन किया कि उस नाली के कीडे को २-४ लाफा वहीँ दे दू. पर ये सोच कर खुद को रोक लिया कि कुत्ते कि पूँछ कभी सीधी हो सकती है भला? वैसे भी ये जिस caste-dominated समाज में मैं रहता हूँ वहां लोग आपके सही या गलत होने से पहले आपकी जाति-वर्ण देखते हैं. अगर आपकी जाति उनके साती से मातच कर गयी तो उनका आपकी साइड लेना पका समझो. फिर ये बात मायेने नहीं रखेगी कि आपकी गलती है या नहीं. वेल पिछली बार जो हुआ था उसी कि बुनियाद पर मैं ये कह रहा हूँ. हुआ यूँ कि पिछली बार जब उसने मुझे प्यारे प्यारे अपशब्द कहे थे तो मैंने भी उसे उसकी जुबान में ही जवाब देने कि गुस्ताखी कर दी थी.


उसके बाद से उसके खानदान वालों ने जो मेरी शान में गालीओं कि बरसात मुझपर कि, वो आज तक मैं नहीं भूल सका हूँ. भाई उस बारिश में मैं इतना भीग गया था कि अगले २-३ दिनों तक मुझे नहाने कि जरूरत भी नहीं परी थी. लगता है कि उसी बारिश कि बूंदे वो आज भी मुझ पर मारता रहता है. खैर ‘कुत्ते भौकें हज़ार हाथी चले बीच बाज़ार’ मुहावरे को याद करता हुआ मैं आगे बढ़ गया. पर कहीं ना कहीं उसको लेकर मन में रोष अभी भी था. मन कर रहा था कि कुछ कुछ होता है के स्वीट लवर बॉय शाह रुक खान कि जगह जोश फिल्म के शाह रुक खान का रूप लेकर उसे सबक सीखा ही दूं.सारा किस्सा आज खत्म ही कर देता हूँ, जो होगा देखा जायेगा. मेरी खामोशी को कहीं मेरी कमजोरी ना समझ बैठा हो वो. २-४ कान के नीचे पडेगा तो होश आ जायेगा उसे. ऐसे ही विचारों के साथ मैं अपने रूम में बैठा था कि बाहर बरामदे में किसी चीज़ कि धडाम से गिरने कि आवाज़ आई. मैं जल्दी से वहां गया तो क्या देखता हूँ कि मेरी अचार कि शीशी टूट कर बिखरी पड़ी हूई थी. कांच के टुकडो के बीच में एक हरे रंग कि रबड़ कि गेंद पड़ी हूई थी जो कि उसी लड़के ने फेकी थी.
“होता है रे, चल हो गया घर चल”, अपने एक दोस्त से ये कहते हूए बडे आराम से अपना बल्ला घुमाते हूए वो वहां से जाने लगा.” गेंद रख रखते हो तुम यार”, मेरी ओर देख कर उसने कहा. मुझे खुली चुनौती दी उसने! उसकी इतनी मजाल कि मेरे घर का सामन तोड़ कर मुझे कि ताना माके चला जाए. मैने तय कर लिया कि आज या तो आर नहीं तो पार. इसी इरादे के साथ मैं नीचे जाने के लिए मुडा कि तभी फोन कि घंटी बजी. घर में अकेले होने कि वजह से मुझे ना चाहते हूए फोन उठाने के लिए जाना पडा. हो सकता है कोई important कॉल हो. वैसे भी मेरे बीमार दादाजी जिनका ऑपरेशन AIIMS में चल रहा था,उनका फोन आने वाला था. सो अपने JOSH वाले शाह रुक खान को थोडे देर के लिए रेस्ट देते हूए मैं फोन उठाने के लिए बढा.


“हेलो”, मैंने फोन का रिसीवर उठाते हूए कहा.



“हेलो”, उधर से आवाज़ आई.



‘कौन बोल रहा है?” , मैंने पुछा.



“मोहनदास करमचंद गांधी बोल रहा हूँ बेटा”



” क्या? देखो भाई मेरा दिमाग वैसे ही गरम है. तुम और दिमाग का दही नहीं करो.”, मैंने जुन्झलाकर कहा.



“बेटा अगर मुझ पर चिल्ला कर या मुझे किसी तरह का नुक्सान पहुचा कर अगर तुम्हारा गुस्सा शांत हो सकता है तो उस लड़के कि भडास तुम मुझ पर निकाल सकते हो.”, उस आवाज़ ने कहा.



मैं एक पल के लिए चौंका. इन्हे कैसे पता चल उसके बारे में. आखिर कौन है ये इंसान?


” अरे मेरे बाप सच सच बता तू है कौन?”, मैंने कहा.



“बाप नहीं बेटा बापू बोलो. बोला ना कि मैं मोहनदास करमचंद गांधी बोल रहा हूँ.”



” ये क्या मज़ाक है? वैसे ही मैं बहुत परेशान हूँ. अब आप मेरे साथ ये मज़ाक नहीं करिए.”,मैने विनम्रतापूर्वक कहा.


बापू- ” उस लड़के के दुरवेहवार को लेकर परेशान हो ना?”



मैं- ” हाँ, उस २ टके के लड़के को लेकर थोडा परेशान हूँ.”



बापू-” २ टके का नहीं बल्कि अनमोल लड़का कहो बेटा”



मैं- “अनमोल? आप जानते भी हैं उसे? कितना बत्तमीज़ और घटिया लड़का है वो. और आप उसे अनमोल कह रहे हैं?”



बापू- ” वो लड़का तुम्हारे लिए कुछ तो मायने रखता है तभी तो तुम उसकी बातों को दिल से लगा लेते हो. तुम उसे कुछ तो एहमियत देते ही हो तभी तो तुम अपना कीमती समय उस लड़के के बारे में सोचने में लगा रहे हो. अब वो तुम्हारे ज़िन्दगी में एक important है तभी तो तुम उसकी बात से प्रभावित हो जाते हो.”



मैं निरुत्तर हो गया. आखिर बापू बात भी तो सही ही कर रहे हैं. क्यूँ मैं उसे इतनी importance दे रहा हूँ कि वो मेरे मेंटल पिस को डिस्टर्ब कर सक रहा है. After all no can make one feel interior or angry, without one’s consent.


मैं- ” बापू, बात तो आप ठीक कर रहे हैं पर आप ही बताइये कब तक मैं उसे बर्दाश्त करूँ? वो जो बिना बार के मुझ से लगता रहता है क्या वो सही है?”



बापू- जो वो कर रहा है वो उसकी संस्कृति है. उसके संस्कारों का प्रदर्शन है. तुम्हारा उसकी हरकतों पर कोई नियंत्रण नहीं.”



मैं- ” तो आप ही बताएं बापू कि मैं क्या करू?”



बापू- ‘ कुछ नहीं.”
मैं- “क्या? कुछ नहीं का क्या मतलब है?”



बापू-” तुम कुछ नहीं करके भी बहुत कुछ कर सकते हो. बस नज़रंदाज़ करते raho उसे. वो जो कुछ भी kahay, तुम पलट कर कोई प्रतिक्रिया नहीं करो.”



मैं- ” क्या? चुप चाप उसकी गालियाँ सुनता रहू? रिएक्ट ना करू? ये तो कायरता होगी.”



बापू-” बहादुरी उसे बलात कर जवाब देने में नहीं बल्कि अपने आप पर और अपने गुस्से पर काबू रखने में है. भले ही कोई हमसे कितना ही खराब वयवहार करे, अगर हम उससे अच्छा वयवहार करेंगे तो इससे उसके मन में हमारे प्रति कटुता कम होगी और उसमें हमारे लिए धीरे धीरे सम्मान कि भावना जागेगी.”



मैं- ” बापू क्या आपको लगता है कि that will work?”.



बापू-” bilkul. तुम kosish कर के तो देखो.”.



मैं- ” तो मैं suruaat कहाँ से करू?”.



बापू- सबसे पहले तो उसकी गेंद उसे लौटा दो.”.



मैं- ” क्या? ये क्या कह रहे हैं आप बापू? उसने मेरे घर का कांच तोडा और आप के रहे हैं कि मैं उसे गेंद लौटा दूँ? गेंद रख लेने से कम से कम कुछ दिनों कि शान्ति तो मिलेगी.”.



बापू- ” अगर जैसा मैंने कहा अगर तुम वैसे करते हो तो इससे उसके मन में तुम्हारे प्रति कटुता घटेगी. वो भी यही सोच रहा होगा कि वो गेंद उससे कभी वापस नहीं मिलेगी. तुम्हारा उसे गेंद लौटाना उसने जरूर थोडा ही सही पर एक सकरात्मक परिवर्तन जरूर लाएगा.”.



मैं- ” are u sure baapu?”.



बापू- ” जो रास्ते मैंने तुम्हे सुझाए हैं उसपर चल कर तो देखो. परिणाम खुद ब खुद तुम्हारे सामने आ जायेंगे. ये सिर्फ उस लड़के के मामले के लिए मैं नहीं कह रहा हूँ. मेरी ये बातें तुम हर जगह लागू कर के देखना. जैसा मैंने कहा है वैसा ही होगा. सिर्फ मुझे याद भर कर लेना या फिर मेरी तस्वीर या स्मारक पर फूल-माला चढाना ही मेरे प्रति सम्मान दिखाना नहीं है. अगर तुम मेरी शिक्षाओँ को अपने ज़िन्दगी में अपनाते हो तो वही मेरे लिए सच्ची श्रधांजलि होगी.”


मैं– ” जी बापू. मैं पूरी कोशिश करूंगा.”



बापू–”अच्छा अब फोन रखता हूँ. किसी और को अभी मेरी जरूरत है.”



मैं–” बापू….. बापू…….. अगर आपसे फिर से बात करनी हो या आपकी किसी तरह कि मदद चाहिए हो तो आपसे किस तरह contact हो सकेगा?”.



बापू- ” तुम्हे जब भी मेरी जरूरत होगी, मैं किसी ना किसी रूप में तुम्हारे पास आ जाऊँगा.”



मैं– ” ठीक है बापू. thank u very much. वैसे जनम दिन कि बधाइयाँ. शास्त्री जी को भी मेरा नमस्कार बोलना.उन्हें भी जन्मदिन कि बधाई.”

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