“Dear Aunt and uncle; listen to young India.”

The gulab jamun had just landed on her tongue but one could sense that her face wasn’t appreciating the delicious taste of it. She swallowed the whole round jamun saying ‘get married?’ As her parents had served the very lip licking subject in the middle of the dinner, ‘you are 25; you should get married.’ Her heartbeats had stopped for while (don’t think of it, it can’t happen.) listening to the word marriage.

‘But I want to be an entrepreneur.’ She said stressing her eyes to her parents and brother.

‘To thik hai na, shadi ke bad kar lena wo kya anter-funter  wala course. Aise bhi is tere chote bhai ka bhi shouk bhi pura hoga.’

‘shouk?’ he got shocked.

‘photography ka.’

‘I’m a cinematographer. It’s my profession, daddd!’ the last two extra ‘d’ told all story. He left the dinner.

‘I think he didn’t like a curry.’ Father said.

‘I don’t think.’ Mother said.

It’s a common story of every Indian parent and their ward. As being a 22-year-old Indian, I know in what situation we 20 to 25 yr old (for our parents), formerly young Indian, have been through.  We all have a well-polished degree in hand but though we are not succeeding to get our own bank account credited. The frustration of our parents can also be understood as we are heading towards the marriage deadline. The first digit of your age should be ‘2’ to get a perfect, well-functioned partner. The ‘3’ can disturb your graha in kundali.

But for this generation; is a success all about having a well-paid job and that well settled boxed life? About girl, does success measure by how her husband is rich? Doesn’t she want to build an empire by her own hardship?

Yet, have we stuck in the age where men supposed to do the job and women are supposed to do housework? Certainly not. When we see, there are more successful women than men. But for parents, the well-known Marathi proverb applies, ‘Shivaji janmava pun shejarchya gharat.’ (means Shivaji, the great king, ought to be born but in neighbor’s house.)

Yes, we all want a change maker, an influencer. But we don’t want them to in our house.

We want young Indian to take the risk to form new India, but he/she should be not our own child.

Despite being a massive unemployment, the frustration, our youth are more creative, more problem solver and more go-getter than they ever were.

For parents, the worry is natural. no parent wants you to see unhappy and unsuccessful. They are right from their own perspective, they share their own experience and suggest us to not to repeat the mistakes they had committed.

But the good news is; we are not committing mistakes. We are pouring solid concrete in the new India’s base. Our goals are changing.


  • Getting married before 30, having two kids and do what you really don’t want to do for a lifetime, this is something we are unlikely to do.


  • Money isn’t remaining our attraction anymore. We are breaking barrage and finding, and If have found, then getting busy in things that make us happy, that make us healthy, that make this society more free and liveable.


  • We believe in finding solutions via entrepreneurship rather being a part of problems. We believe in helping each other, moving forward together, work together and vanish all problems India has. 

          “Go after dream, not people.”  Sir A.P.J. abdul kalam.

  • Girls in jeans are rocking the male dominated world. And if you think they are uncultured then I pity your thinking. It’s our mistake that we got late to push them forward otherwise India would have been superpower still now. Yes, they are open-minded, more sophisticated and too smart to handle. They are an all-rounder, leading young India, and preserving our own great culture as well. It’s time to rethink, do we really want to put our girls, talented and visionary, in a kitchen?  Won’t it be a wastage of talent our nation gets?                                



Our dreams and our achievement will be meaningless unless you don’t support us. We have energy, you have life experience. We are trying to giving a life to you and off course to our next generation that we never had. Yes, together, we can. Just one command, ‘go live the life fullest.’

Jay hind.

Into her wet eyes…!!! (Has India become the rape capital of the world?- part 1)

Incident one: An afternoon of 4 June 2014 at Pune, I was heading toward my home by ST bus.

newasa, one full.’ I smiled at bus conductor.

‘Not possible.’ He looked at me, leaning on a backseat and exchanged the smile.

‘ohh, that just newasa phata.’ I said realizing my mistake.

‘got it, but the bus will have a halt for a 30 min on a way.’ He torn up a ticket which was coming out of the machine. He was so courteous, I was experiencing such kind of encounter with a bus conductor, first time ever.

I nodded. Being awkward. Suddenly I moved forward and my head met with the metal rod, it wasn’t new thing, bus driver had slapped the break. I had lost something in a that sudden shock, that was my pen which was gone under a seat, just right to me. i looked up, there were 2-3 men gazing me, standing between my and the seat, under which my pen was surrendered.

It was a couple seating there, gathering all of my courage I excused them over my lost pen. A boy, 25-year-old and very well dressed, helped me but that girl wasn’t seemed comfortable with all the things happening around. perhaps, she wasn’t used with those standing men.

I had a little pain in my head but that couldn’t stop me to play a roll of a typical Indian neighborhood, my ears were on the girl and the boy’s discussion. As the bus was shifting to top gear , their conversation moved forward. He was smiling throughout conversation; she was ignoring him. ‘leave them‘ i muttered and was about to plug in headphone into my phone then,

‘phattt..!!’ that guy was being slapped very hard by her. I saw him and then her. Terrible accident, I was witnessed. standing up i saw her eyes, she was crying. 

Incident Two:

A night of 6 Jan 17 at natepute, district pune handing over a cup of tea to my father I was curiously gazing a half aged woman. It was a cacophony of a horn that made my eyes frieze on her. She was coming in a way of the bus and a driver was continuously honking to that woman. She was seemed very scattered and her terrible eyes was telling everything about her. She was completely lost. Like a ship lost her way in the middle of the ocean.

A conductor stepped up toward her, thinking she needs a help.

‘magh ho,  r##@$.’ She outraged in a Marathi, running away from him. We were at bus stand, surrounding with hardly 7 people. Going to the pandharpur, we had stopped middle in the way because of being misinformed about route.

Stepping every foot very desperately on platform she was coming to us, got in her eyes for a second, and witnessed, into what she had been through. I felt she might be a prisoner who has escaped or she was mentally disturbed. She cut us and went in a dark corner, behind us. While the bus stand was troubling hard to make his own identity in a very deem light.

‘bai kya chahiye.’ (oh woman, what do you want?) a tea seller, should be 30-year-old, who was serving us tea screamed on her. She shook her head. Her teeth were making noise, a general reaction to a cold.

‘chaha lagata hai kya?’  (do you need a tea?) he, the tea seller, gave a disgusted smile to her. His tone of language was pointing towards his less education. He stepped forward and gave her a cup of tea. When everything was seemed fine, then she screamed very loud. That screaming made every one of us avert to her. It was a dark but all we saw, a tea seller with a spoiled shirt and a red face. She had thrown a tea on his face, not even tea but also she had kicked the thermos out of the platform.

Now what was happened with either incident? Just a minute, ‘Aaa, in first; the guy must have flirted with the girl.’ Nope, the boy was innocent, the girl was innocent as well. but what happened next disturbed me, the boy got beaten very brutally by some men, the same men who were gazing that girl just before some time.

Let’s go to 2nd one. Here all I heard that she was alleging him to ask her something unethical (I can’t describe what was that but not just me but the 5-6 people around us too went in a shock to hear her. It was really embarrassing.) after that he kept denying all allegation and declared her a mentally disturb woman. Fortunately, there was a huge watch man who handled the situation very well. Unfortunately, the tea seller went smiling from there. She was again all alone there, this time her eyes were filled with tears. It was 11 PM by then, now we all were supposed to board , it was last bus to our destination.

read my blog about reservation come on appa..!!! (in Marathi)

That two incident had some common characters. The alone and unsecured SHE. The overconfident HE. And the mute society.  

before moving further lets have a glimpse on some statistic about crime regarding of molestation and rape..

  1. in India 92 woman raped on a every day.
  2. among them 98% are committed by the person known to the victim.
  3. though only 5.8% are reported to police.
  4. and surprising fact is, despite having such a mess, we are characterized as one of the nation which has lowest per capita rape.
  5. but this fact is going to be history as India achieving some shocking number of crimes day by day. we have one of fastest growing crime rate.

source: Wikipedia   https://en.m.wikipidia.org/wiki/Rapes_in_india.

it was just two incident. if we observe the society and surrounding you will also come across with many incidents. from bus to train, from school to office, from road to last store of sky-scrapper, women are objecting as a thing. is this the same nation where we worship cows but dishonor woman?  is this the same nation where we promise our sister to protect but forget that every alone girl also can be a sister of someone? Analysed above incidents and data? Let’s move to second blog with some questions, was that her fault? was that his fault? Was that our (society’s) fault? 

(to be continued, from prajapti’s arrest to digvijay sing’s sexist comment on his co-worker. Into the Karnataka assembly, from koprdie’s brutally rape to why the 4 million youth of pune stepped out of the home to give her justice? and how we are heading towards a capital of rape.)

still then jay hind.🇮🇳


90..!! 100..! or sometime 120…!! it was his heart beats per minute when he saw her. Mouth opened, freezed tongue, Hands didn’t co-operate with him, right hand wanted to roam over hair while left got busy to adjust the shirt, eyes were scanning her with bad intention, the uncomfortable and bad he was! 
His heart said ‘she is mine’; the brain said ‘forget love, just grab her.’ But the soul said ‘hey, look at yourself, you can never win her. you bloody lusty unconfident guy.’ While that guy was busy to scan her, she smiled at someone. Her pink blush seemed like it was a reaction to a magic. That guy averted, and ya it was a magical person there. THE CARING CONFIDENT GUY WAS THERE. 

‘ohh… again. I hate you, confident guy.’ the unconfident one said. Yes, the unconfident guy just can’t win a girl with a shaky tongue, lusty eyes, bad intention and the haggard face. Girl knows who is good for her and who is bad one. 

The pretty girl, voters. The confident guy, modi. The unconfident guy, oppositions. 

Seeing modi’s massive victory, it’s now obvious that modi is that magic (like that dream person) who is wining hearts. In other side, we have opposition, they seem very unsecure. Whenever I heard some crying opposition, I picturised the sour grapes and the fox story.  

The above was a fantasy. But we can link this fantasy to the current situation of Indian politics. That unconfident one did his best to impress her. Pretended to be honest servant, a caring lover but she kicked them out. 

Now seeing current trends of results, anyone can think, what is really happen to voters? Why? How? What? And many questions. Demonetisation, intolerance, hindu-muslim love hate and many more subjects were there to defeat BJP and modi though he won!!  

Now again, what is trust? What is love?  It’s not easy to explain, I know. But have you ever been in love with someone? How does it feel? Very pleasant. No matter whether you feel angry on him/her, no matter how many times s/he has broken your heart, we get back to them, that’s the magic of love and trust. (I am not psephologist, I am a learner of a story telling about romance and humour, so managing writing about this issue by my level.) the same principle worked about modi and voters.

IMG 1:: Its how saffron is spreading over india.

The way he talks, the way he walks:

it’s a lonely factor. Modi. Voters have fallen for him. Doesn’t matter whether he is making promises happen or not, his personality making everything possible for him. He is doing that things young generation wants. He talks like a boss but doesn’t he do action as well? He does. And for us, voters, “well done seems good than well said.” 

IMG 2:: Mulaym sing yadav’s younger bahu with modi. Is she becoming bhakt too?

Conversation: A bridge to connect hearts. 

A conversation can do a magic. It can join hearts or break them. When some parties are busy to do social engineering about cast and religion, he is listening to and connecting with every population not just across india but across world by social media and his thought and solution sharing program man ki bat. 

3 guys. 1 aunt.

Certainly, 1st guy is Rahul Gandhi who is clearing road for bjp. 2nd is no other than AK and third some media persons. The way they are using their non-sense to divert voters towards them, modi is becoming more powerful and its feel he makes sense than them (sometime he doesn’t, but can you imagine raga is ruling india? no so you don’t have any option, vote for modi )  

IMG 3:: How you should not give a look to someone you like most? 👆👆 

That aunt was nothing but a media, who has damn crush on modi. Morning to evening, they show us only modi. They are the one made the modi brand powerful. Indian media is not as mature compare to international media. Modi eats, they show. Modi seats, they show. Modi laughs, they laugh. Modi cries they too cry. What a love!!! 

“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.

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.)


When Romeo met Einstein.

Once upon a time in Pune. The Einstein met Romeo.

Here Einstein means an engineering college topper while Romeo defines an ordinary graduate engineer, an engineer who pissed off being something he never wanted to be, an engineer who indeed doesn’t know why and how he became an engineer. (80% population, Majority)  ROMEO was one who took admission just for log kya kahege. ROMEO was one who got 50% in 12th though took admission for engineering. Today they all are unemployed and frustrated.

Place: At tea stall.

‘One cutting.’ He gestured tea stall owner. Managing his Bell shaped hair; it was partially white and was giving him an old man look. He had leaned on a chair. Reading ‘self service’ board on the water drum he went to stall to get a tea.

‘Mc…!’ He exclaimed as he suffered to burn. (MC is the most used word in engineering communities after BC, only virat can beat us.)
‘What…?’ Tea seller exclaimed, looking furiously at him. ‘No. I mean E=MC2.’ He pretended calculating something.
‘Don’t you look like Einstein?’ Tea seller pointed finger at him.
‘Ya yes, I do…!’ He replied, sipping tea.
‘OMG..!! What a day. Sir Can I take a selfie?’ Tea seller said in excitement taking his mobile out of the pocket.

‘No, not today. I have been here since age and couldn’t you recognize me?’ Einstein said him. No, I couldn’t. Where have you been by now?’ Tea seller asked him.

‘Studying ENGINEERING in bla bla college of engineering. It was a private institute dude.’ Einstein said, slapping his back.

‘Are you kidding with me? Why you suddenly had to study engineering. Despite you are genius, God and a boss of physics.’ Tea seller asked him.

‘Exactly..!! But our Indian parents, I tried to tell them I’m Einstein, look I can do better than engineering, but they didn’t hear me, and pushed me in engineering. If you are good at math and physics then it’s mandatory to become engineer in India.’ He said sadly.
‘Hmm.. Same here.’ Tea seller agreed with Einstein.
‘But why you have worn this kind of clothes. Don’t you feel hot? It does seem like you are a Bandwala. Why this red clothes?’ Einstein asked him. Tea seller had worn a red suite same like band wale used to wear.
‘I’m not bandwala. I’m an engineer too, and this red suite is because I’m a Romeo, haven’t you read Shakespeare yet.’ He said glancing him head to toe.

‘OMG! Romeo!! So where is Juliet?’ Einstein asked in excitement.

‘Forget it. Because of her, I’m selling tea now. She left me, because I haven’t got a job yet.’ Romeo was on verge of cry.

‘oh, sorry.’ Einstein started waiving hand fan as it was hot. ‘What is in your hand?’ Romeo asked Einstein.
‘It’s a file, it has a CV and all useless mark sheets .’ ’Einstein replied.’

Means you too haven’t got placed yet, college campus interview? lol.’ Romeo laughed.

‘Ya I haven’t yet, but I got a call from MARKETING and EXECUTIVE sell. They should have done a favor on me. Look I’m a topper and more professionally I’m an Einstein. But they don’t have to anything with it. OK good marketing…!’ Now Einstein went in depression.
‘OK agree you are an Einstein but what about me? I’m a Romeo. People are fond to take my swear of me to save their love. I’m a legend in love stories. I was not supposed to do engineering then why institute gave me admission despite I had poor CET scores just for some money. Look, somehow I cleared my engineering but now neither I have any technical knowledge not have a good communication skills at least I could do job in marketing.’ He burnt gas to see, two other customers with their respective girlfriend were coming. (And of course they were not engineer.)
He looked at Einstein.


(Here i used great personality like Einstein and  a fictional character romeo just for making story interesting, If you are an engineer who just graduated from any private college then you can relate with this story. we have spent lacks of rupee, four year of young hood and etc etc, we have sacrificed many things to become an engineer but today are roaming like dog to seek job. being an engineer was our dream but they education system made fun of us, here we could find lots of reason behind ‘why we are seeing this days? who is responsible for this, education system? our chalata hai attitude or our ignorant sociaty?

let me know what you feel, feel free to express yourself, comment below.’)

Untitled… First page.

Warning:: This is not love hate story.

This is a story of…..

Aarav who loves Shreya

Shreya who loves herself and family…

Rudra and vid who never being loved by society and they faced off with education system….

And chasmiss topper kritika… Respected by society, loved by teacher and Reserved for Mr. Right. .

U probably thinking it was a love story. Where a boy fallen for a girl. A girl with pretty face, magical eyes, brown and silky hair and a super sweet honey lips. No I am not admiring her OK Now I’m adding, she was one in billion. Actually she wasn’t. it’s not me speaking it’s a Romeo who is madly love with that girl. Like every mother on earth think my child is too dam good, handsome and a sanskari fellow.  So I’m feeling same for my girl, she was dam beautiful and pretty like angle in heaven and divas in miss universe. Don’t stop reading and one should say why you are telling about her. But my all dear it does matter. If I were a judge of this universe I would wear her crown and the next moment without losing chance I would bends on my knees and propose her…….

Will you marry me….?

What a romantic scene it would have been…!!!

But I couldn’t… Actually I could have been but somewhere in life when all world start knowing you an innocent being and then God gifted you a bunch of idiot friend. And your life starts rotating anticlockwise and meanwhile in your serious cum funny life you got a call from the same girl in a morning when u were just about to have a tea. “Is it aarav...?”  She asked me in an angry tone. Now someone might think the conversation was drastically romantic but no, no it wasn’t… For a first time in life I had been abused by girl the same girl I used to love…!!!

And I totally got depressed after hang the phone up. My heart, brain, liver and all respective part of body had broken. I would have broke my phone and that was only thing which remain to break, then I had received another call “is it AARAV…?” The person with heavy voice spoke behind call. “Yes… I am…?” I replied. “I’m going to support you politically for your friends agitation against university…” He confessed.

This was beganing….

Now… Vid  ran to me and through his phone on my face, the phone was quite expensive and I always wanted to buy it but after being hurting by his metal body phone I changed my thought, and cried  “Rudra  Took poison and now He is in ICU…..”

No sooner had my heart felt 8 rectal scale tremors then another 9 scale tremors shacked my heart as well brain. My world has been collapsed in a day.

 I stood numb. I could clearly recall what had kritika said me. she predicted our future.

Tears rolled out over  my Chick’s and brain start recalling all moments…….
my brain went about 4 years back

We went…

We cried…

We loved…

But never got being loved.


#myFirstBook #releasingSoon.