Friday, November 13, 2009

Hey Friends.. This Is A Preface To My First Book.. Waitin For Your Responses...

Chapter-1

What---Where---Why


“Heer Ranja, Laila Majnu, Romeo Juliet, yeh janam janam ka saath type k log Yeh sirf kahniyon mein hote hain right…..

Tum Aur Main, Main Aur Tum… Hum log Ordinary Log hai…

Aam janta “ The Mango People”…”

Seems my story is being inspired from the movie LOVE AAJ KAL. Well It Is as one can say.

Some stories untold, some facts missing, and finally I come out with the solution that there is no such beautiful thing as love is.

Love makes you laugh, and can even make you cry sometimes.

Taking a scientific approach, Love is any number of emotions and experiences related to sense of strong affection & attachment.

Affection and attachment are the words to be stressed on,

Rest being a bull shit.

But now comes the prime agenda...

“ Kya yeh sab sirf kahaniyon mein hi hota hai”

People Would say “no” For the Question asked above till the time they are in a relationship and if By any chance they broke up, it all seems rubbish. For some it is a new beginning and for some it becomes hell


I would sometimes feel jealous of the one who said a “No” for that question.

Even though, their girl friends and yes

“My female readers Please don’t mind, as the story would Be narrated in terms of Girl Friend And Not Boy Friends. Please Do the Sufficient Changes”

Even though, their girl friend were not as beautiful as a girl I dreamt of but I could sense something burning from inside may be my heart…

Aaah… It was bad on my part but who cares...

“ Look for the One who is pure and beautiful from heart And Not External Beauty” my friends used to advice me when I would comment about any of the girl.

Even the elders and the great grand parents used to say the same thing, so it created a great impact on me. I too started to believe that internal beauty is priceless. My search for the one pure at heart started…

And soon it ended, as I cud not see their internal beauty*

*please do not depict internal beauty with a naughty mind

Years passed, time changed and even I grew up. When a boy grows up the first thing he thinks is to get committed and so I being a part of the same age and same sex had the same feeling…

“Beautiful from Heart” this idea the then seemed to be invalid as respect comes with the girl, and if she’s beautiful fer to its

“SONE PE SUHAAGAA”

And by any chance it is more exciting to sit with a girl who is

“36-24-36” rather than the dis-structured one.

All men would agree with me, and if they don’t either they are not men or they are not attracted towards girls…


Brought up in a middle class family, I was not amongst the quick guys.

Upto my fourth standard I was a slow learner. I was dumb in every field. I was not in sports, not in any extra curricular activity. In studies also I was an above average student but never ever in my life I topped my class. So overall I was nothing in the school. My friend used to acknowledge me as

“ a good for nothing person”…

and I was so innocent that I would accept it...

And One thing I forgot to tell you that as the story moves with the time so I being the narrator, Is narrating this story to you… think yourself to be a part of this story… think yourself of being of my age and growing up with me…

Don’t assume it to my autobiography

Back to the school in my fourth standard, a dumb guy with nothing to do with the outside world.

I used to talk very less.

My name was never written on the board amongst the students who created nuisance in the class during the change of the periods.

This was the only thing I could be proud of. I would have saved a sum of 2000 rupees by being quite in the class.

My school timings were from eight in the morning to quarter to two in the noon. And my life would start at half past seven from the school bus and would end at two in the school bus…

No Pranks, No Punishment, No girls, No flirt…

Now one would think that how a fourth standard boy would flirt as he is in the age where he doesn’t know even its meaning…

But for the boys, flirting is in their blood. I could see my friends talking with the girls on the next bench but I never had the guts to say a Hi! To them…

Eeessshhhhh….!!!! I was so coward…!!!!


It was not that I was brought up in a third grade government school that I didn’t talk with the girls. My school was one of the best in the town. Taking you to my town, I spent whole of my childhood in Hoshiarpur, a small city in Punjab. This city also known as “the city of saints” had the highest literacy rate in India after “Nagercoil”

So the name Hoshiarpur.

The city didn’t had any Historical Masterpiece but the scenic beauty and weather here was quite appealing. Not because the “Hoshiars” of the city have designed a gadget to keep the temperature cool, but because it was the last station of the plains in Punjab and shared its boundary with Himachal.

Chohal Dam was the only place to hang out with the friends as it was the only place where one could find modest of privacy. I never wanted to share some private moments with my friends (all boys) but always dreamt that if one day I had a girlfriend I would surely bring her to this place.

The place was from out of the city, in the suburbs, a valley with Green Mountain on all sides and a water reservoir in between. A cool breeze always blew along the road. We used to call it the thandi sadak.

I used to come here again and again. This place would give me peace of mind, would relax my nerves, rekindle the spirits of life in me, & recharged my soul.

The there I could find a meaning for everything. Whenever I felt down, had any sort of tensions I used to go there. Looking at the birds around flying high above the water would inspire me to aim high, the mountains would inspire me to stand strong whatever may be the complexity.

My father was a Manager In a private firm here.

And my residence was about 5 minutes drive from the Dam.

Above is much of a description about Hoshiarpur. I sometimes forget about what I am talking about. But the place was so overwhelming that I could not stop myself from describing it…