“Technically romantic: an introvert’s thing.” (I)

‘How do you write?’

Honestly I am waiting for this question for long time and I have prepared my answer as well like “ya, I write because….., because….., means perhaps I have free time. or perhaps, i am too lazy to talk to someone. or sometime i love to be an introvert, an introvert who doesn’t have guts to express socially…!!” but fortunately no one gave me a chance to give this answer. This concept arose in my mind when I was reading one of my friend writer akhilesh maurya who has extra-ordinary skill to motivate other.

But fortunately I continuously got being asked a question,

‘Why don’t you write instead?’ when I was in last year of engineering, one of my friend unwittingly picked my diary from my desk and read my dumb stories, about me, in dumb English. He looked at me, I was busy in another work (yes, in mobile phone) in next moment I got being asked some questions, that was about a girl. Without a second thought, I got that he has read that thing I was hiding from everyone for age.

‘you sound interesting emotionally but you are stupid grammatically.’  He laughed.

This was very difficult moment for me, I wanted to kill him for two reason, he was bloody thief, second he criticize me. But I could have also hugged him, (but I didn’t, off course. NO, he had worn perfume but I think, hugging a boy is really not a good idea) he asked me another question ‘why don’t you write to her if you don’t have that guts to talk to her same? You could be a writer.’ This line gone straight to my brain and I started imagining. ‘wow’ this is going to be filmy.

The conversation went forward,

‘but I know you since 4 years, I know you talk very little. (but I do sense better). You are shy (genetic problem), technically known as introvert (though I hang out more than you extrovert, see my attendance and mark sheet) though can write about romance? he was laughing and talking. The concept of technical romance caught my mind. yes technical romance, the introvert thing, the modern  world tend to do.

talk to her via text..!!

And here on, i experienced why the world is misunderstanding the introvert.  

Will sort out in next blog.

How engineering betrayed me..!!!

​​I never had thought that I would end like this.!!

I believed on engineering with closed eyes but later it turned & betrayed me  even worst than arvind kejariwal does with delhikar or delhiwale. Oh.. i mean 

Five points which are enough to make your educational life worst than rahul Baba’s carrier. (Are you bhakt..?? One may ask.. 😕)

1: You should be in a society that keeps you inspired about engineering. ‘Go there, it has a scope, after doing engineering companies comes to you to offer jobs, My wife’s sister’s uncle’s friend’s son’s friend’s cousin has done engineering and now he is working for infolimpo pvt lmt on mars, You are good at math why you don’t take admission and so on’

(There is a scope for everything, but engineering isn’t one of then certainly)

2: You should have parents, which are enough able to bear your all expenses, father who has good bank balance, Mother who is good at gossiping with other women, sister who wants you become a motha manus  (wealthy man) and a grandpa who wants you to become engineer then he wants you see getting married and then the dialog ‘once we see our grandson/granddaughter’s face then we will die in peace.’

(Don’t listen your grandfather or mother, they may just kidding with you)

3: You should, No you must have one very bright friend who has been inspiration and idol for your parents. He takes admission to engineering and then in order to prov e yourself you have to take admission for same. He gets admission in prestigious institute and you get into sant sri mahatma engineering college (20 km away from main city.)  But  in the process of winning others Heart  you lose a battle with your own heart. 

(Don’t listen that bright friend too, he later fly in business class and you fights for chutta in PMPL)
4:: Now come to the point, Engineering isn’t just a degree in india, it’s an emotion. Our indian parents are too conscious about their wards, look, they start preparing for their wards marriage before a decade. Making him/her an engineer is first step. What we see on our head while graduation, a black square cap which is given for an honor to be a graduate. But did you think ever what our parents see on our head, a turban, the same one we wear in weddings. 

(Engineering and love marriage, Lol. Go with engineering only when you like arrange marriage)

5:: I don’t know in which nook of the hell the old man is hiding right now, but I pretty sure when I come to hell I’ll find you and again kill you. When, In 10th, we innocent future engineers got our first love and thinking about to marry that girl. Then the same old man came to our home and took our test, we passed unfortunately and he figured out that the guy would be an engineer. I understand that old man was stupid but out parents weren’t?? Or we ourselves?? 

“Modi ji  sehat ke liye hani karak hai” 😛 😯 

​Every boy wants a six packs abs. Every girl wants to get in shape and reduce the weight. But at the end only few are succeed to achieve it. The reason is clear, achieving that thing is not as simple as tops 10th in U.P and bihar. Hard work, being honest with yourself, being optimistic with result and lots of patience. First you cry at the beginning, but once you start seeing result it becomes addiction. Good things take time. See usain bolt did not start running as soon as he landed on earth from his mother’s stomach. Now I am going to relate all above things to the government’s recent bold decision of abolishing high domination notes. One may say ‘Where is logic?’ 

By the way, we indians are too shy yet 1.25 BL, we are secular democracy yet love cast basis reservation, Congress party has a mine of talent though Rahul gandhi leading them, delhiwale are said to be wise and judicious though they have CM like  AK 😛 . So don’t expect a logic from me as well, i am too a tiny part of this system. 

When modi ji announced that those notes would be no longer legal tender, social and electronic media went crazy. Everyone praised modi ji (And he deserve same) same like we got a dream to have six abs, we shivered on the thought, we got immense happiness. First week went as expected, we had to bear hardships, it was OK. But next week at gym means at Banks or ATMs we lost our patience. The hangover of ‘deshbhakti’ got down. Family and own needs come first and then nation, meanwhile the gym trainer (Modi_ji) came forward and asked us for 50 days, he said bear pain for nation, bear pain for you, i will give you health/wealth as you want. We had to node. 

But at the same time the ‘bad calories’, i mean opposition party and all corrupt people came forward and whispered in our ear. ‘Look, today that gym trainer restricted you to eat oily, tomorrow he will restrict you from eating sweets, listen me protest against him, the six pack and health are jumala because he wants eat your all sweet.’

 It’s natural that bad calories are afraid because soon they are going to throw out of our body, they are not afraid because you have to stop eating sweets, they are afraid because their existence are to be vanished. So they may say ‘MODI AAP TO SEHAT KE LIYE HANI KARAK HO.’ But listen, focus on your abs and curves.

Samjadar ko ishara kafi hai….

(People are suffering is true but we we have to lose something to get something.)

(Note: I am not a BJP supporter, but you may say a mighty Modi ji’s fan, because he is doing great, don’t you think??) 

Jay hind. 🇮🇳 

Enemies are in HOME.

​We are the people who wake up after 3rd snooze of alarm. We are the people who abuse government for every single problem of Nation. We are the people who live on beg, beg of reservation, beg of subsidy, beg of corruption. No one utter a word. Everyone think chalata hai chalane do, but everyone is not same. Some wake up. Thinking I will Change the ‘What the hell is going here’ Situation to ‘Well, everything is as fine as heaven here.

They leave this main stream of society and choose their own path to protect Nation, to push Nation beyond proud, to give a new identity to every citizen. Some become army men, some become politicians, some become police, some become scientist,some become activists. 

But here going through society they also split into two kind of ideology.

One, Who totally dedicates their lives to Nation. 

Second, Who are kind of opportunists (Who believe common citizens are idiot and we can take them for granted)

First one, awesome people,

They smile throughout their hardship. Many fail to accomplish their dreams. But don’t cry.Some succeed. They work, They protect us. From -10℃ to 50℃ they work with their passion. They were happy and satisfied to serve Nation, then suddenly enemy attacks and destroy their Nation’s happiness, hurt their proud. We ordinary citizen cries and tell them to finish enemies. Ok, they accepted challenge, at the end they have to listen and protect us. Politicians give order, Army and police men follow them, they strike back, they conquer, they celebrate, people celebrate, government celebrates. Seeing our unity enemy burn in jealousy. 

Then the second type comes, Cheapest race. 

‘How can s/he take benefits? We should take our benefits as well. Let take Nation for granted.’ They think.

And then they say, Show us proof of your honesty and bravery..!! Show me. Show me.

Some children kind of person even doesn’t afraid to use “DALAL” word. What a shame.

First kind of people get hurt, ‘We sacrificed everything, family, friends,  for you people and instead of apretiating us you ask us for proof?’ 

You  set alarm because you have that assurance , i am going to wake up next day, But you don’t care that for your some hours of sleep we may loose our life at border.

You don’t care, What you care is how can I be popular by playing dirty politics. 

Politics in your vain. Shame, one 60+ years old man work 18 hours for Nation. And you so called youth icons, slam, appose, abuse him for no reason.

its not all your fault, you are just representative of society. Society let speak you against their own Nation. Wonder is people listen them and dont even utter a single word.

We Army is unfortunate that we have seized in your so called democracy, lift it for a month and give us all charge, Nation’s swear you will be shot at gun point by us. Not you, the every person who doubt us, from Sallu to pappu. Otherwise you Sallu, pappu kind of people is nothing but a garbage for Nation. The garbage which can only give an awful smell and vomite a disgusts.

Our neighborhood, pakistan, is far smaller and weakest Nation to compare of us. But we don’t stopp them  (They don’t face us, but when they do they loose, don’t forget 65,71 and 99 war)

We can but your dirty politics doesn’t let us do so.
You know what? We just don’t want to go on border now. We don’t afraid to fight, but Who knows taking benefits of war you will sell this Nation and our beloved citizens.

You can…!!! 

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Jay hind. 🇮🇳

i had a college life..

College life is awesome, no one denies it.

College means lectures. Lectures mean that khadus teacher. Teacher means dukhi atma, who wants to face that dukhi atma so bunk the lecture. Bunking lecture means college katta and canteen, katta means gossips. Gossips about s3x, politics, cricket and girls, girls mean awesome and awesome means college.

But after a bright day there always a dark night, the more you enjoy the more you have to suffer because karma always watch you.

Here are some things you are going to miss after college…

  1. The next semester;

Exams are temporary, next sem se phaduga is permanent. Every time when timetable displays, we mess our notebook’s second last page by some dates, plan A to Z and mighty timetable. We all go through 5 days per unit to a half day per unit and then after a night of exam we suddenly remember we haven’t studied all, then a full night ratta and if ratta doesn’t work then there is a rescuer, the god and then “agle sem se pakka but is bar pass kar dena, please.”

  1. Pyar vyar;

Everyone has a crush once in our college life; if you are engineer then you can only have a crush, you don’t actually you can’t have a gilfriend. And if you are mechanical engineer then you even can’t spell gialfriend correct, leave the all other stuff alone (yes I am one of those.) falling in love and then living an imaginary life is a best part of college life, after college it’s very hard to find your love. Its happens only in college. Remember all breakups and that devdas of our college.


  1. Birthday bash;

Birthday,The only day which makes you think, god why I born. Squats, crunches and lungs can’t give your lower body a perfect shape but one birthday can. After bearing thousand kicks on as#, it will be come in shape, I mean the swollen. You know what I mean, how to spot a birthday boy, ‘abe wo eise ku chal raha hai, must beaten in last night. After college no one is going to put their interest on your lower body you will definitely going to miss it.

  1. Breakfast & bath;

Only college going being can have a breakfast at noon, in order to attend a first lecture we had to sacrifice our food as well bath. (But we never confess that we haven’t had a bath in morning, shyam ko nahluga, who is going to hug me.)

5.First day first show;

We don’t watch first day first show because we are fan of any khan or kapoor, just because it is affordable. 120 Rs and wo bhi PVR, so we are not gonna miss this opportunity. After college neither you will have a time nor friends to do bang bang in theater.

  1. Traffic police formally known as mama in pune;

We maharashtrian are very fond of searching relationship and connection with stranger, so we believe every traffic police is our uncle. All college groups have a couple of bikes and dozens of member so we have to ride tripsi sometime we carry four bodies on a 100 cc bike, many times got caught by mama but here we have a bapu, bapu saves us everytime, give 100rs and then escape biding adieu to mama. After college you might have license, car but not that idiot backseater who were always ready to give 50 rs (wo bhi contry karake), other 50rs was gone from our own wallet, sad.


  1. kfc, Chicken tikka to vadapav;

Every first week of month our phone lights with a message that your account has been credited with some thousand bucks. Then the fun is began, ‘chicken tikka har roj until your wallet doesn’t say bus kar bhai ab rulayega kya and then after a fortnight ‘one vadapav with cutting, lunch over.’ Nevertheless that days were awesome, today neither you can thug your parent on the name of college fees nor you can have tikka har roj.



  1. Friends;

Last but not least, friends. You may have got many friends while college life, remember that days. I can’t write about it. Just imagine what if you didn’t have friends in your college days…

Keep imagining…

 A-shobha-niy- DE 

Once upon a time an idiot was tweeting shits  when her room A.C. was set on around 24℃ , steams were hovering over hot coffeee which was kept on table, and she thought sipping coffee and resting her back on chear, after that fresh shit tweet on a hardworking athletes,

‘i will be in news for another stupid  reason. Ya, my life goal has complicated. i am born to vomite shits, disgusts and being abused on social media. Utho, online aao, scraps likho , phir logoki galiya khao , aur phir bhi i won’t mind because sharam to kabaki bech di mene olx pe. guess who am i?? 

Can’t you??

let me show you her recent tweet about indian Olympic team,

“Goal of Team India at the Olympics: Rio jao. Selfies lo. Khaali haat wapas aao. What a waste of money and opportunity.” 

“I am an idiot….” Cheers…

Actually sorry to say but DE , the day you were born was a waste day. We youngsters are not enough intelligent (?? Not found in your brain) and literate like you to judge you but can be matured to express ourselves when it comes on Nation and someone else pride.

Have you heard about some name like, 

pt usha and rathod. Ok, let them alone but have you watched movies ‘BHAG MILKHA BHAG and MERRY COM.’ . If you had seen it then how was their struggle?? when you were crushing a popcorn between your molar teeth, they were crying (not your popcorn) and fighting over opposition and obstacles. Not just on on-screen but also in real life.

When you had tweeted that shit, at various part of india,

Someone was dreaming about to hold india’s flag in Olympic.

Some beautiful girls were being hurt right on face by an opponent boxer. Because for them their Nation was important not their face, they spend hours to make their Nation beautiful, they work for earn a jewelry, a medal.

Someone was lifting weights and their families needs simultaneously, in one hope, i will get a chance to represent my Nation and to to be proud of my family.

First running behind food then running behind good education and then running behind destiny, luck some were became a runner.

One was imagining your face and shooting shots furiously perfectly on your nose tip, well they were shooter and Archer.

You spend your life in AC room, type and post anything without thinking how they will feel, won’t they get hurt.?

But we assure you , they will not because they don’t have a time to listen and mind your shits.

Making a money, pouting mouth and taking selfie, roaming with stars and licking shoes for publicity is not their business.

Making india proud, bearing all pain to hold a tricolor on foreign  soil and let citizen proud and cheer for their Nation, this is their business.

Now we all know into what conditions and worst situation our athletes have been through, nevertheless they have been giving their best and earning medals, we don’t say you support them but if you can’t support and appreciate them then also don’t insult them.

Otherwise one and quarter billion indians are ready to show their middle finger to you and your shits . Be careful.

Jay hind.

Come-On अप्पा…❕❕ 🎓

‘अप्पा, please !!!’ जगातील एक सगळ्यात भोळा चेहरा डोळ्यांत थोडे पाणी, तो रडत होता म्हणून त्याच्या डोळ्यात पाणी नव्हते  तर तो कांद्याच्या शेड मध्ये उभा होता म्हणून, विनंती करत होता त्याचा वडलाकडे.
‘नाही, एकदा नाही म्हणल ना..!!’ अप्पा पेपर वर शेवटची नजर टाकत म्हणले.
‘Please, मी तुम्हाला Facebook शिकवतो.’ तो रडत म्हणला,.जास्त.efforts घ्यायची गरज नव्हती, कांदा, कधी शेतकऱ्यांना रडवतो कधी मध्यम वर्गाला, आज एक विद्यार्थी रडत होता.
‘नाही एवढे पैसे नाही. आपल्याकडे.’ ते थोडे थांबत म्हणले, Facebook चा विचार करत होते.
‘मला खुप छान मार्क-स आहे CET मध्ये,  I may get a prestigious college.’ तो आव आणत म्हणला.
‘बापाला इंग्रजी?? ते काय पण असो, आय डोन्ट care…!!!’ अप्पाने रूद्र ला केराची टोपली दाखवली, care वर जोर देत.

‘तो रम्या, त्याला 40% आहे तरीही त्याने engineering चा form भरलाय. मग मी का नाही? माझा तर नंबर आलाय…!!!’ रूद्र थोडा गंभीर होत म्हणला.
‘त्याचा बापा कडे पैसा आहे खुप, आणि 12,000/- फी असेल ना तर मी पण भरले असते.’ अप्पा पेपर वर राग काढत म्हणाले.
‘12000/- का?’ रूद्र कपाळावर आड्या आणत म्हणला. आताच CET चा निकाल लागला होता, आणि जस म्हतारपणे सगळ्यालाच आपल्याला स्वर्गच भेटावा अस वाटू लागत तसच काहीतरी CET त पास झाल्यावर सर्वांना engineering होऊ वाटत. रूद्र पण अपवाद नव्हता, पण त्याला खरोखरच खूप छान मार्क होते, पण money talks, पैसा बोलतो. त्याच्या अप्पा कडे एवढा पैसा नव्हता की ते त्याचा खर्च ऊचलू शकले असते.
‘तो काय म्हणे Reserved आहे, cast मध्ये, त्यामूळे.’ अप्पा तोंड लपवत म्हटले.
‘का? मी नाही विचारली कधी त्याची जात..!!! तुम्हाला बर माहीत?’ रूद्र रडत म्हणला.
‘एवढ तर माहिती असल ना, की आपल्याला पूर्ण फी भरावी लागते, general आहे बेटा आपण. लाख रुपये नाही माझ्याकडे माफ कर आणी जा’ अप्पा म्हणाले.

‘EBC भेटते…’ मी खुप अभ्यास करेल, ह्याच दिवसासाठी मी ए्वठा अभ्यास केला होता का?’ तो डोळे पुसत म्हणला.
‘हो, EBC म्हणजे दहाव्याच जेवण तेराव्याला देन. काही फरक पडत नाही. जा ते Agri चा form भर.’ अप्पा घिश्यात हात घालत म्हणाले.
‘माझे मार्क-स……!!!!!’ रुद्र पुटपुटला.
कोणाला फरक पडणार आहे, एका धर्मनीरेपेक्ष लोकशाही देशात talent नाही तर  cast matter करते,  Isn’t it irony बेटा??’ अप्पा, एक पदवीधर पण शेतकरी पाय आदळत शेताकडे निघाले.
‘Come-on अप्पा……..!!!!!’ रुद्र ओरडला.

(It has written in a sarcastic way, i don’t have any intention to talk about casts and religion. Reservation Should be continued but Every general category student doesn’t have to be rich and Every minority is not so poor as well.)