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How did It happen: 1-12 Aug 2015 #MyDreamMyLeh

I was in College, when I first started dreaming about a Trip to Ladakh, may be during 2007-2008. And then during Dec-2009, bollywood throws a movie, 3 idiots on us, watching which I become a day dreamer all over again. Leh-Ladakh was serene, the scenes/roads/views shown in the movie manage to take all my attention. Rather than the movie, I was now more engrossed in Leh-Ladakh.  It took me some convincing, to believe that, I can do this trip only once I start earning which was still a good 6-8 months away as August 2010 was when I received my first paycheque.


Since 2007-2008, During every Booze party/Chicken Party or even a casual catch up in Bengaluru's parks, somehow I used to end up asking my friends, Bhai Ladakh Chalega ?
Bachelors-Families-Friends-Teachers-Cousins .. My neighborhood shopkeepers, my house hold help.. I literally ended up asking everybody. Ek group banate hai, Ladakh Chalte hai !

Over the course of years, I followed/joined some groups on fb, did a bit of researching on google baba, spoke to people who have done the circuit on Royal Enfield, and kept the dream alive. That's when I got to know, that June-Sep is the ideal time if you want to ride the beast and live your dream. During 2012-2013 a good 2-3 times we almost booked our tickets. But then next morning along with hangover, the trip plans would fade away too.

During 2014, one fine day the fire got ignited again. On a random day in office, I start calling up a couple of folks, discuss about it again. And to my surprise, they said, Yes, Lets do it.
I was like, Bro ! I have heard these Yusesssss a lot over last 5 years or so. But this time, these guys were like, Lets book the flights right away. Within 3-4 days, 4 of my friends were IN.. The plan was finally ON.. June 2014 It was..
Over next few weeks, my marriage date got finalize, 26/11. Yeah, Like always, Leh-Ladakh went for a toss again . If I take 2 weeks off in June, I wouldn't have enough leaves for wedding . If i spend an X amount in June, I would be short of X amount for my wedding. And there goes the plan in ditch.
Spoke to my fiancee then, wife now, and shared the dream. And she responded sportively, saying, don't worry, you can do it next year. And that indeed made the day.
Though for the first time, I was cancelling a Leh-Ladakh plan. The feeling was sick and it got worsen when all my friends cancelled the tickets too, that hurt the most.

Enter 2015!
One fine morning, I was riding my way to Office and started dreaming all over again. Stopped the bike, put my earphones on, made a call to Akram and this is exactly what transpired between us.
P.S- The coincidence was, both of us , were riding bike, on our way to office ..
J: Bhai, Ladakh Chalega.
A: Chal
J: Pakka ?
A: Pakka
J: Whoever comes/Whoever Doesn't come , We are going this year , Are we?
A: Yes
J: I am not kidding bro. you are saying yes for everything.
A: I am not kidding either.
J: Sale, Main aaj hi tickets book kar dunga
A: Karde !
J: Don't show me dreams again.. you better not be joking.
A: Let us reach office, check dates, check leaves, check ticket prices and let's just book.
J: Done Bhai, Talk to you in an hour.

I swear to God this is how we actually made our plan :)
Over the next couple of hours I re-read all the documents that I had searched/researched. Spoke to a couple of travel agencies, who organize Ladakh trips on Bike. Checked flight rates.
Though we wanted to go on our own, but we knew just the 2 of us would not be able to manage (I guess we would have been able to, but then didn't want to take the risk).
The problem with these tour operators was, they have fixed departures, which we were not okay with.
But then we decided to take a safer route. Lets book our flights first-up and then we will see the rest , as time comes. Why Safer ? Bec, we finalized a tour operator in our head, and booked our Bengaluru-Delhi flights assuming we will tag along with them, in the worst case. These guys had fixed trips from Delhi to Delhi and 1st-12th Aug suited us the best.
And then we crossed level 1 of planning again. Tickets Booked. Yes, We were going.. Finally (well , I guess so :P )

We decided, that now, whoever wants to join us, let them join on this fixed date departures and we are not going to change our plan for anybody, come what may. During the next couple of months, 3 more friends joined us. They booked flight tickets too. Now that we were 5, we knew, we could manage on our own. So we also went ahead and booked the Zoom cars, from Delhi to Delhi for our entire trip. A lavish XUV-500.
We small town boys were dreaming BIG. It may be a small thing for a lot of you out there, It may be just another trip for some of you, It may be a casual talk to a few.. For us, It was a DREAM. which we wanted to fulfill at ANY cost.

April-May-June we kept on discussing about it , bought travel accessories , kept on talking to ppl around us,telling them, yaayyy We are going to Leh Ladakh. Some were jealous.. Some were happy in our happiness. Some used to admire and listen to all the planning and just smile seeing me smile.
They were all becoming part of a journey.

But as the time got closer, few of them in the group started showing signs of breaking up :P
The wall of fame of 5 ppl was getting weaker. Yeah 2 bitches started giving excuses. The rest of us were feeling angered and frustrated. A week before the dream trip we couldn't afford to do any cancellations. Me and Akram spoke to each other, and we were firm on what we spoke, Whoever comes/Whoever Doesn't ! WE ARE GOING.
2 of them actually dropped out, But 3rd one shared the same passion.
Welcome, Yaseen ! a riding freak, my college junior, Said the same what me and akram wanted to hear. "Bhaiya, Whatever happens We are going :)"

Luckily, Zoom car gives you full refunds, if you cancel the booking 2 days in advance. Luckily, we expected, some ppl might drop out at the nth moment and remember (luckily) we had booked our flights in sync with a tour operator's itinerary.  Off we fallback on him :)
All last minute calls, 3 bookings for 3 single riders (Royal Enfield), were finally done.
Yes it turned out to be doubly expensive, than what we would spend otherwise (if we had managed to execute the plan on our own).
Yes, we weren't ready for double the expenses. But Boy ! We were ready for Ladakh, and we were about to fly :) and this is what we were going to ride from Aug 1st-12th 2015.

Day 01: Arrival Delhi / Manali – Overnight Volvo
Day 02: Arrive Manali – Afternoon motorbike test ride
Day 03: Manali/ Rohtang Pass/ Keylong/ Jispa (138 kms/ 7 hrs)
Day 04: Jispa/ Baralacha Pass/ Lachung La/ Tsokhar Lake (210 kms/ 9 hrs)
Day 05: Tsokhar Lake/ Tsomoriri Lake (100 kms/ 4 hrs)
Day 06: Tsomoriri Lake/ Leh (240 kms/ 8 hrs)
Day 07: In Leh – Ride to Khardung La pass (5600 m)
Day 08: In Leh – excursion to Pangong Lake
Day 09: Leh/ Tanglang La/ Sarchu (253 kms/ 9 hrs)
Day 10: Sarchu/ Manali (222 kms/ 9 hrs)
Day 11: Manali / Delhi - Overnight Volvo
Day 12: Arrival Delhi – Tour Ends


P.S : 31st July was a sleepless night, We had an early morning flight to catch. So the tickles in our tummies and dreams in our head would not let us sleep.

P.P.S: This post was just about the pain in the planning.. the execution i.e the real journey would be continued in future posts..
as they say.. next episode :)



 

10 things i can never forget about my 1st school - II

If You have not read my previous post : The first 5 were listed here ..

Continuing ..

6- "SUMMER BABU SIR" - Yes !! thats how teachers name were. Jeevan Babu Sir , Shankar Babu Sir Tushaar Babu Sir , Kamal Babu sir , Gopla Babu sir .. But the most EPIC , UNFORGETTABLE , SCARY  [ and what not ] of all was him.. The SUMMER BABU SIR. Whenever he shouted , entire school to came to a stand still. Such was his aura that kids from all the classes were dead scared to even look at him and have an eye to eye contact. I remember one i had got caught while cheating , in 8th standard , the invigilator took my answer sheet and refused to give it back. It was all calm till he told me "I am gonna give this cheat paper to SUMMER BABU SIR along with this incomplete answer sheet". Tears started flowing , as though someone opened the Dam-Gate of Bhakra Nangal Dam. Your career at Ram Krishna Mission [RKMV] is over if you are caught red-handed and the information reaches SUMMER BABU. People would stop playing cricket and leave the bats and wickets right there if he came in the sight of the students. They would Literally shiver , such was this man's hold on the entire school.
The great man is though no more with us :( it was mainly because of him kids learnt the meaning of Discipline and Manners at RKMV.

7."CRICKET" - I do not know how many of you remember those hard plastic balls we used to get in late 1990s. One of the famous ones used by us at RKMV was an Orange and White striped ball hard plastic ball. yea the colour of that ball never changed. We were not allowed to get Cricket Bats in school , so we used to play with Wood. Students like me , who used to reach school an hour before the scheduled start would around the park in search of a long thick wooden plank which could be used as a bat. And every day after the end of the play , One of the most difficult tasks of those days was to hide that plank at such a place , so that its only our team who gets that next morning. Watte difficult task i say !! :P

8."NandLaal Bhaiya" - The guy who always put a smile on the entire school. So the school had an awesome way of letting us know about the holidays. Management would send Nand Laal Bhaiya to each and every class with a big holiday Register in his hand , that would contain the notice. Each teacher in the class would read that out aloud to let us know. So basically the sight of NanLaal Bhaiya with a register in his hand even 50 metres away would send a wave a joy across all of us. By the Time he entered in the class to let us know about the holiday , we would have already selected the Playing 11 for the game of cricket. ha ha !! Yea , for every holiday there used to a cricket match pre-scheduled between Section A and Section B [Obvious way to celebrate a holiday]. A Cricket match was all some of us needed always , anytime , anyhow , anyway , anywhere with anybody !! No Exaggeration :)

9."PEN FIGHT" - This all started once we all matured and there was nothing much to do during lunch breaks after we entered VIth standard and were moved to a separate building , ONLY BOYS building.. :(
So the Fashion was to move girls to a separate school altogether after 5th standard. Till Vth Co-education after that "akele hum , akele tum" :P So basically bird watching was no more a time pass. We had to find something and find it soon. In came the Pen Fights. People would literally get special pens for the fight. A FOUNTAIN pen was the favourite and most sought after. Reynolds Jetter was considered to be a strong opposition. We were so crazy that , we would even have fixtures for it.Interested ppl were divided into two groups !! and these league matches would be played on benches.. and winner from each ground would play the GRAND FINALE would take place on Teacher's Table.. Bigger Game , Bigger Ground , Bigger Crowd , Bigger Fight and Bigger Craze.. Aaah those crazy days.. !!!

10."PICKING UP LEAVES" - The Principal would be called Maharj Jee there.. and the trend was to touch his feet and greet him each time you come across him in a day :) The rules set by him were weird and crazy and yet amazing. So if anyone is late for the assembly , his punishments for them were irritating. There were few basic rules. haha ..
If u are late .
Do not walk and try to be smart by joining the assembly queue. Just stand still and recite the prayers right at the entrance of the ground where assembly used to take place.
Once the assembly is over and when u see all ur seniors juniors batchmates going to the class , you keep ur bag aside and start picking up the fallen leaves from teh ground and put them in the dustbin.
and no need to worry , you always would have the company of the other late comers too :)
God help u , if u are the alone late comer some day :) The entire Ground is yours baby ..


The school had many many many many other memorable moments..
-Like the amazing sports days , having three-leg race , Sppon and the marble race ,Mathematics race and Biscuit race..
-Moments like Shutting all your holes and walkk in the queue and spend an entire hour in library . yea can u believe that Library hour was a compulsary hour.. mentioned in time table and to be followed strictly..
-Moments like saving your lunch box to be eaten in the bus while going back home.. things like going and grabbing the last row in the bus and then doing arm wrestling and fighting till ur stop comes..
-Moments like going on stage right from std II , III days.. wearing half Pants and nerdy specs and giving sppeches on Swami Vivekananda and Ramkrishna Paramhans..
-Moments like participating in Hindi/english Recitation competition and handwritting competition..
-Moments like going and attending NCC training even when not being part of it , would get u Samosas and Jalebis :)
-Moments like going and picking up White Jamuns from the ground as and when a heavy shower would make them fall from the huge tree..Oh yes that special White Jamun Tree which i have only seen in my school ever gave us some Utterly Tasty and sweet white jamuns :) :)
And the list can go on and on and on... My RKMV batchmates might wanna add some :) comment section is all Yours !!! Non-Rkmv people might have got bored reading completely non-related stuffs !! My sincere applogies :) He he..

10 things i can never forget about my 1st school- I

Almost every post here begins with a sorry and a promise..
A sorry for not being regular at blogpost..And a promise for being regular from now onwards..
For now forget the sorry and the promise coz we all know I'm never gonna change :P :P

Ram Krishna Mission - Katihar , Bihar
The place where it all started .. and went on till 8th standard.
11 years .. i was almost about to finish my entire schooling from one single school , but for some reasons i changed to a CBSE school.. Nevertheless i've got only memories memories and memories to share .

1-"Masi-Maa": I was in L-KG when So there were these old cute cute bengali ladies whom we used to call Masi. Yeah , these maasis used te around us always. my favourite maasi used to have a paan in her mouth forever :P She used to tie her saree in such a way that she was comfortable in running behind brats like me. Each maasi used to have a small box , aluminium box with herself , filled with pencils sharpners and erasers. and the best part was whenever my mother used to come to school , i would get dead scared , coz i thought this fav maasi would complain and tell her evertything abt my nautankis.. But then she always ended up praising me :P

2-"KHICHDI" : Every year as kids we used to wait for Saraswati Pooja. First and foremost bec all our books used to be near the idol , so we used to get an awesome excuse for not studying , "Mummy books to bhagwaan je paas hai na :P" and the second most important reason was KHICHDI , This pooja was celebrated in a grand way in our school. All of us were invited and the teachers used to serve us some finger licking khichdi and crazy tomato chatni. Yea , the entire school loved this khichdi , all the benches from classes , were pulled out and arranged in the ground. they would put a PANDAAL on top of it, to create a shed for us and then we would sit there like kings , and our teachers would come and feed us :) :)

3-"Fancy dress Competition" : The last day of annual sports meet , we used to have a fancy dress competition.Most of us would slip into some avatars and go for a walk in school. Few of us would become statues and stand/sit on a table in the middle of the ground. Being Charlie Chaplin in 3rd standard is one of my fav moments. I remember my mother got all the things for the make up , put a small moustache got me a hat , stick everything and just asked me to loaf around in school campus, teasing others ..i loafed around , showing my tongue to everyone and walking/dancing/falling here there everywhere :P

Others would take up roles like Swami Vivekananda , Maa Sharda .. Few would dress up like beggars. the school would be at its best that day :) : )

4-"THE PENALTY SHOOT OUT" : We would make sure we reach 1 hour before the regular classes start. We would divide ourselves into two teams and play football in that one hour. Remember those MILTON water bottles , we used to flick their CAP and used that as the football. and the two pillars on the school stage would be the goalpost. Trust me this game used to get so intense , that sometimes teachers and other peons used to intervene and stop us. Some days if didnt have those CAPs we would go to lost and found dept of our school , saying we lost our water bottle. when the peon used to take us to the room and ask us to choose from the bottles , we would say none of these belong to us. but we would make sure we come out of the room with a CAP :P :P and the Game goes on :P

5-"LUNCH BREAK" : We at Ram krishna Mission had one of the most special lunch breaks. The main gate of the school would remain closed. but it was a HUGEEE green colour iron gate , below which there as a small gap , off which a plate would pass by easily . I m sure u didnt get what i meant.. There used to a famous Chat waala . He would sell us Chaat at Re 1 :) During lunch breaks we would lie down on the ground , pass him money form right under that main gate and then he would pass us the plate in return :P There were few permanent loafers too. they would not use this space , instead climb the wall and sit on top of that. Then they would act as mediators btw us and shat waala/icecream waala/Matka Kulfi waala. These loafers would take money from us , pass it to the other side of the gate and get us the chat or ice cream we needed. Well Off course , one spoon chaat or a couple of bites from our ice cream used to their FEE :P

the remaining 5 things to be continued in next post ..  :) View it Here

Failed at first attempt : Never dared to try again- The only such instance in my life

For some reason , known only to God, I have always hated Physics !!

Some say its my negligency..

Some say I m just not good enough to understand something like physics..

Some say I over act about it..

But trust me ! all I know is that,  I hate Physics , I was/am/ll’be scared of physics and that’s pretty much about it J

Ohkey now lets get to the topic of the post .. How many of you have tried to leak university papers ?

Aaah ! Be honest J now tell :P Yes I knew it !! I tried it too..

Here’s how it all happened..

I was studying in Jain college , Bangalore and my 12th board exams were ON..

Physics exam was just a few days away , and i was at my horrible best. Worried , Crying , Scared but not studying Physics. One fine evening i was talking to one of my friend Varsha Ashokchand and she's like Dude Dont worry abt physics paper , "Main Hun Na"

How Comforting it feels na , when in a tough situation your friend says Main Hun Na. Yeahh , i was back to smiling and my naughty best as we now decided to get the physics paper leaked. She is like Dude i know people who can get us the paper , but it'll turn out too costly if we both share the cost.

There u go !! Here comes My Contact list in picture.. Loadsa friends , all loafers , always ready to pay if u can get them the even internal exam paper.. and buoy we were talking of university paper here. 12th board Physics paper.

Was i dreaming ?? Woaahhh..

I thought , i will not have to study at all for the last physics paper of my life [i didnt know i will have to study a few physics subjects in Engineering too :( ]  Damn i was jumping around the house.

Days passed and now After one day we had our paper..

My friend Ritesh Agarwal [we have been friends since nursery class 1991:P] was my room mate , and he was shocked at my plans. I told him also come on!! stop studying Physics and start enjoying.. i will give you the paper too.

Ritesh- Bhai , Dont get into all this , We still have loads of time .. today full evening, tomo's full day and then day after tomo at 9a.m we have our paper. Come lets study.. i will teach you.

Jitesh - Oh Come on !! Bhai paper mil raha hai paper. life mein pehli baar.. Listen to me.

On the day of exam our guys will steal the paper at 3a.m and then validate for its correctness.

The paper will reach us max to max by 4 a.m . and exam is at 9 a.m

We will still have 5 hours to prepare for it dude. chill relax..

Ritesh - Dont trust all these people. At least study something. keep studying and then if u get the paper well and good !! prepare well for that question paper later.

Jitesh- Why to waste all my effort .. When i am gonna get the paper anyway. Varsha hai na , she has promised me she will get it somehow. Dude even she is not studying.

Ritesh - AS YOU WISH.

Jitesh - AS YOU WISH.

Ritesh Off to study..

Jitesh Off to Sleep..

Next full day i slept like a dog and Ritesh studied like THE MAN..

In between he tried to wake me up like a Dad would , Got me lunch like a Mom would , I had the food and Slept again , like a dog would :P

Night 10.pm - Me and Ritesh meet again in the hall :P

Face to face !!

Hello it was dinner time . He was the same , Padh le Bhai [Study dude].. and I was also the same.. Chor na Bhai [Leave dude !!]

End Of Discussion..

Less than 12 hrs left for the Exam Time.In the meanwhile me and Varsha were msging each other , how sexy our life would be at morning 4 a.m and all such Khayali pulav [Dreams]. Its gonna be a dream come true.

It was 3 a.m now.. I was up , ready and excited..

After a  few mins , Varsha calls up.

Varsha- Dude our guys are On it.. Be ready for the good news soon.

Me- Yo man.. Sexyyyy

10 mins later..one more call..

Security is too tight today.. but dont worry we ve almost got it..#As updated to her by her contacts.

10 more mins passed by..

Dude it will be a lil late.. i guess shayad 5 baje tak mil jaega [i guess we will get it by 5 a.m] #As updated to her by her contacts.

At 5.15 a.m

Dude We are F#$%ed.. no paper.. sorry .. #As i heard it.

And thats it.. the fairy tell ends..

oh wait it didnt, still 4 hrs to go for paper.

I enter in Ritesh's room and start crying , bhai fail ho jaunga :( .. Save me.. Teach me something :(

He  spoke to me for 5 mins and calmed me down.

All he told was get up and start studying i know u will still do it..

I remember we had some 28-30 chapters.. Ist section had abt 6-7 chapters which were on reflection and refraction of light and all that.. Took me half an hour to complete those [yeah i had studied them well during mid terms and they were shit easy #LateRealisation].

Went to last section of the book. it also had some 7-8 chapters i guess.. neil's atomic model and all that. took me around 45 mins to finish them. [i mean just read them somehow , so that i could write some shit]

It was 7 by now.. 2 hours left and around 14 chapters left..That sick mid section of our book . that had all magtenic field , electric field and all such aliean stuffs and all i had heard of, was Cricket field :P

I went back to ritesh and started crying again.. i was dead scared.. My arse was on fire.. Literally..

I started flipping pages in front of ritesh and we both found out that i knew just one question each from all those mid section chapters.

and by the time we found out this , Time was up..

No breakfast , No bath , We enter Exam hall..

I didnt even have guts to turn the paper and see whats there in next page.. in fact i didnt even have guts to look at the next question..

I was hiding the next questions from my hand and solving one at a time..

After 3 hrs of patience i realised i ve solved everything in that paper :P

All those mid chapter questions came from whatever one-one question i knew from each chapter..

Watta Luck.. i will never be able to forget this day . It scared me to death(u dont know my mom, had i failed, Thats it End of Story :P)..

Anyway As soon as i come out of exam hall , i recieved Ritesh's call [yes his exam centre was different]

Ritesh- Saale lucky bitch.. how are u bhai.. How was the paper..

Me- it was good man , shayad 84-85 aa jaye [out of 90].

Ritesh- F$%^ B#$%c#$% .. Harami.. saala.. how man.. how..i am so happy for u bhai..

Me- God alone khows HOW ??

Ritesh also told me that after he saw full paper , he was smiling for next half an hour in exam hall and thinking abt how happy i would be.. bec Ritesh knew whatever i told him in the house.. that i know this answer.. i know this one.. i know that..

All those were in paper.. Oh GOD !!! i still get goosebumps if i remember that day.. that exam morning..

Phew..

Yes i never dared to get a paper leaked again..

In My engineering though We had a paper called Logic Design , Me and few of my friends almost got into this stuff but i remembered my past experiences , went and hid myself in a senior's room and started studying there decently for it :P

And yeah.. I got 74 in 12th boards Physics :) :) :) :) :) and varsha passed too :P and So did Ritesh [#obviously].

Dunno whether i deserved those marks or not.. but nevertheless i was happy and i knew i would write abt this someday for sure :)

Failed at first attempt : Never dared to try again- The only such instance in my life

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And that's how i stopped CHEATING

 I always stood amongst top 3 in my class [from Nursery till 3rd std i guess :P]
With each passing year after that , my rank decreased exponentially .. I got more and more into playing/watching Cricket , Doing Loafergiri on roads, Playing Video Games , Bullying others and making a fight out of no where.. and hence i was least interested in studies anymore.

By the time i reached 6/7 std , i used to get scoldings from each and every teacher who used to come to my class, i used to get belted everyday at home [read 'by my mom'] , my tuition teacher used to slap me hard once in a fortnight [i mean he used to slap me almost everyday , but slap so hard that ends in breaking my glasses/spectacles used to come once in 15 days]
But But But.. Like I Cared.. :P :P
Most of my friends who used to be behind me in rankings were unapproachable now and had become legends of Ram Krishna Mission Vidya Mandir [yeah thats where i studied till 8th std].

It was sometime during Mid term exam of 6th std that i got to know , i wont be able to pass if i continue like this. I have to change myself to score good marks , to regain my image and to get less belted at home. Thats when i decided, i guess i will have to start CHEATING.
Not that i never cheated in exams before [fudging from a friends notebook was common] , but  now i was talking about making cheat papers and taking them into exam hall..
I started trying with small paper , and a couple of long.important answers written on it [which were very difficult to mug up], and i SUCCEEDED..
Cheat papers went on increasing from 1 to 2, 2 to 4 with each passing Exam.
My confidence rose exponentially :) :) and i was the happiest man on earth. Not that i topped all the exams in 6th std. But the graph which was going down , stopped at a level and became constant.. and i remained one of the top ten for at least next 4-5 exams.. I brought stability to my results :P :P
                                              I still remember very well , we used to have 2 exams in a day, and we used to get a 2 hr gap between the papers. While all my friends used to be busy in studying , i used to sit in one corner of an empty classroom and prepare cheats. Font Size had reduced immensly , More answers could fit in now in a single cheat paper , and i could guess the important ones very easily , I was a CHEATER now.. A Developing/Developed/Smart Cheater :) Some of my friends used to give a pat on my back [u know na ? how kamina these friends can get when it comes to leg-pulling]. They used to come and say Saala tu toh TOPE hai be, Mast hai be. Kaise cheat karta hai , mujhe bhi sikha na ? And i used to feel proud and answer TALENT chahiye be.. u need TALENT..
                                               Time passed by.. Now we were writing 8th std Final exams. History exam was going on. I had some 4-5 cheat papers stuffed in my socks , pant pockets and all.. Seeing the suitable time i took out a paper , put inside my answer sheet , and decently copying stuffs from it.
Parallel to my bench , there was another bench where Sanjay Jain , one of my classmates was seated.
His face lit up with joy when he saw me cheating , as if i was on the verge of achieving something great.
so now , this guy looks towards me , smiles , looks towards the invigilator [standing at the door of the classrom] , smiles.. and then again looks at me , smiles , looks at teacher , smiles.. and continues this for a minute or so.. Mind it , i was completely unaware of all such gestures and deeply engrossed and busy writing [copying] my answers.. A couple of mins later i see , the teacher comes to my desk and takes my answer sheet away and keeps it on the table. He asks me to SHUT THE FUCK UP [read 'just keep my mouth shut and dont create a mess in exam hall' ] and sit at my place.
this might be a normal thing for many of u reading this , but why was it the one of the most scary/memorable/unforgettable moments ? Read the reasons below..

1.It was a final exam , i would be detained in the same class if higher authorities get to know abt it.

2.If my Mother gets to know , i would be HOMELESS , CLOTHLESS and HELPLESS [i was always shameless :P] , beaten to the core . She would call all my friends home , or she would probably come for next day assembly and beat me right there on the stage.
[Guess what my mom doesn't know abt this incident till date , i hope she doesnt end up reading this :P]

3.There used to be a Exam dept head by name SUMMER BABU SOR [yes u guess it right , he was as weird as his name or probably 10 times more than that.]  If this guy gets to know - i would be insulted in front of whole school , he would make me kneel down right in the centre of the ground on a freakin hot sunny day. He would call my parents and insult them . He would beat me to death with a cocky stick, he would throw away my bags and notebooks miles away and none of my friends would dare to pick it up for me [even they would get belted if summer babu gets to know] and bet u !! he won't repent doing any of these things, yeah he was that ferocious/deadly for a 8th std poor kid . :(

4.My Friends would make fun of me, and i would be left with  no respect in front of my other teachers who ve taught me for 8-10 yrs now .

5.No image in front of junior girls :P :P when they see me crying and kneeled down in the centre of the ground.

And for several other reasons on the similar lines whatever u guys could think..
I was scared, Shivering, Abusing Sanjay Jain and the teacher who caught me, crying and praying "GOD PLS TAKE ME OUT OF THIS SITUATION SOON"

10-15 mins later.. I am still seated at my place with just the question paper. All my kamina friends are writing as if there is no tommorrow.. me and teacher and talking in sign language..
ME: Joined my hands.. and begging pls sir.. pls sir..
Sir: Kepp quiet and sit..

And then he comes to my desk , gives back my answer sheet but keeps the cheat paper in his pocket.
He then asks me to take out all the other cheat papers i had.. I took out all i had and gave it to him.
I was happy that now i will get to complete the paper but I was upset as i was left with nothing to write [No cheat papers da :( ]
Some how i wrote some shit in that paper and came outta exam hall..
Went to meet the teacher whose name is SANJEEV BABU SOR. He had suddenly turned GOD for me.. as he didnt inform anyone abt this incident.. i touched his feet took blessings and decently went to play cricket after the exam that day :P :P
I swear .. that was the last time i ever took cheat papers to any exam hall. Yet again it was proved to me that LOVE is the best Medicine. The teacher never ever scolded me at all , in fact he tried to make me understand properly what i was doing was wrong and what could be the consequences of that...
I would never forget the gesture and i know its kiddish to be so emotional and remembering such a incident and writing a blog on it..
But thats the way i am.. there are a lot of special things in my life which needs to be given special places.. whether or not some ppl like it . Some things and incidents always remain special for u.. People might have different perspective and its not your job to think what ppl are thinking about you :)
Cheers !!! Stay connected !!
Comments/Feedback/Suggestion/Criticism/Anything you wanna write..'MOST WELCOME'

Did you ever Miss a train this wAy !!!

Yet again a very long gap between two posts..
huh.. Time hi nahi milta saala..
Facebook should leave me .. right ?? he he ..

anyway, lets get to the point ..

This idiotic and dumbest incident happened in may 2004..
 My 10th board exams were over and those anxious last few days were left. Results could come anytime..
Me and one of my friend Chandra pratap decided to go to Kanpur. It was my plan as my mom's side stay there..So i gave him a suggestion that we will go there.. and with in 2-3 days anyway results will be out and then we both will tak admission in the best admission school of Kanpur and pass out 12th from there..
He agreed to the plan and we reached Kanpur..
After the results were out , we faced some problems in admission [thats a altogether different story] and i consoled him .. lets go back to our native , Katihar, Bihar..
We will take admission there only as there was no choice left. We had wasted a lot of days,
anyway so here we were.. We had to travel from KANPUR to KATIHAR.. and travel soon else we wouldn't even get admission in the lone school [Kendriya Vidyalaya ] of katihar.. [again its an altogether different story as in how i did not take admission in katihar and came to bangalore..]
To continue on the same page.. train story..
So my Mamu got us a confirmed ticket for the same night train..
Amrapali Express..Train was suppose to depart at 8 p.m from kanpur.
We called up enquiry @ 7 p.m and gotta know that train is lil late and it will arrive at 9 p.m
after one hour we called again and we gotta know that train is one more hour late..
and the cycle repeated after one more hour..
Nevertheless when the enquiry ppl almost confirmed that sir train will surely come by 11.45 , my mamu said , lets leave..
He dropped me and my friend at station at 11.30 p.m and said since he will get late too much , he will leave..
We happily asked him to leave as we knew train would come in another 15-20 mins or max to max in half an hour..and then we will leave..
But boss dont forget we were in U.P [uttar pradesh] ..
both of waited found out the platform number where the train would come [no 8] and went there and started waiting near to the place where our boggie was supposed to come..

12.30 a.m - No news..
1.30 a.m -   No news..
2.30 a.m -   No news..
3.30 a.m -   No news..
4.30 a.m -   No news..
5.30 a.m -   No news..
6.30 a.m -   No news..
7.30 a.m -   No news..

We realized we had slept on the platform the whole night..
one hour i used to sleep and my fren used to be awake..
and the next hour it used to be my turn to be awake..
[Bhai we had to do watchmangiri for our luggages :P :P]
the most awkward part was i couldn't call my mamu and disturb him in btw the night.
and couldnt even go home as we never knew what time train might come off.
But finally at 8 a.m i thought now mamu would have got up . i called him up.

Me: Mamu , train has still not come..
Mamu : [Still sleepy] Whattttttttttt ???? what the hell were u doing whole nyt at station..
Me: i just roamed around and slept and did some watchmangiri of our luggages.
Mamu: u could ve called him , i would ve got u home..Anyway so did u guys have anything ??
Me: no not yet..
Mamu : ok waith i will get some food there..

We hung the phone call.
I asked chandu to stay there and went to brush my teeth.. and told him that he can go once i come back..

Scene1
i am near a tap some 100m away from my fren was standing..
Announcement1 : Amrapali express is coming at platform no 4.
Announcement 2: Amrapali express platform no 4 pe aa rahi hai..
Me: WTF ??? [remember we are standing at platform no 8 since 12 hrs now]
i ignored the announcement thinking that DUDE !! Hundreds of ppl are standing at no 8 , train always comes at no 8.. how can it come at no 4 today..

Scene 2:
I am near the luggage.. my fren is near that tap..
Announcements repeat..:
Me: [by now full scared..] Fuckk what to do now..
dunno where is chandu.. [mind u we didnt have phones that time].. i had to wait for him to come so that we could go from 8 to 4 soon..

Scene 3:
Chandu comes after 10 mins ..walking as if he is walking in his personal lawn..
Bhai did u hear the announcement ?? these guys have gone mad or what.. shouting our wrong platform nos , how many ppl can miss their train bec of this stupidity..
ME: yeah dude.. mad buggers , but inside i was very scared..

<<<STILL UNMOVED FROM OUR PLACES>>>
my dumb mind decides to go to enquiry located at platform 1..
[leaving chandu with luggage at no 8]
I crossed platform 4 on my way from 8 to 1.. saw a train there neglected that.. and reached enquiry..

Scene4:
Me: oh bhaiya ye amprapaali express kab aayegi aur kis number pe aayegi.
GUY in enquiry booth : 4 number p[e khadi hai.
ME: ********* kya baat kar rahe hai..
guy: bhaiya jaiye nahi toh gaadi choot jayegi..

I start running like a dog from 1 to 8 passing no 4 on my way and praying that train , just wait for 5 more mins baby i will be there..

Scene 5:
I shout from 50 m away..Saale Chandu Gaadi 4 number pe lagi hai..
Chandu throws the luggage on me.
picks up the remaining ones and we run.. and run and run..and run..

Scene 6:
Remember the last scene of DDLJ..
yeah ryt.. but here both of us were on stairs..getting down to platform no 4 and train was leaving..
Then what ??
GHANTA !! we missed it..
We literally Saw AMRAPAALI EXPRESS going ryt infront of our eyes , after we waited for it for 13 hours..
Me and my fren looking at each other..
Dunno whether to cry or laugh..
Fuckkk suck a KLPD it was..
we ended up laughing our heads off..
We were amazaed at our achievement and proud that no one can miss a train this way..

Scene7:
Called up mamu from PCO.

MAMU: due whats up with u guys , i just called up enquiry and they said train left..
Me: yes nanu train left.. :( and it left us here..
[After narrating this sad story to him]
Mamu : hahaha dont worry stay there i am on my way with the breakfast prepared by ur nani [grand ma]
ME:[ *HAPPPY* i was damnn hungry and irritated..] ok come soon..

He came picked us , we ate.. He got our tickets cancelled [only consolation being we got FULL money refund as trainn was abnormally late.] and we went back to my nanighar :P :P

Only to leave again same evening but not in AMRAPAALI this time..
huh

Too costly game- Just another day when i got properly belted.

I dont remember which class i was in.. but mostly 5th std or 6th std.. for sure not more than that..
It was a hoilday.. Some festival i guess..
My entire family had to go to gurudwara by around 1-2 p.m
So basically mom was supposed to finish all the  house hold works
 by then and get ready and i was supposed to finished my studies by then and get ready..
Simple story !! Mom will finish her work , i will finish my work..
We came to a mutual agreement that no one will interfere in other's work :P :P 
So i was fed breakfast by 9.am and sent to terrace with my books , water bottle , a carpet , and some biscuits !!!
Deal was that i would go down directly at 12 noon or so and then take bath and get ready..
Mom's plan was to make me study 3 hours continuously as i would be loosing loadsa time in the evening..
'Ohkeeyyyy' i saiddd and went up :) :)
Open terrace !! beautiful weather !! i Laid down the carpet , opened my books and started in full flow..
An hour later one of my friend comes home with books in his hand..
" [ Abhishek Ranjan - A guy who is my friend since 1st standard , stays near my house , and has always been my cricket partner and an integral part of all the prank and masti planning..] "
So this guy joins me on the terrace for combined studies..
15- 20 mins passed by and my cousin comes upstairs looking for me..
Enters Bharat Pamnani-
" [A Cricket freak , if not more , he used to be equally naughty when compared to me..] "
                                                       Now we lock the terrace door.. for obvious reasons, if someone knocks we will get to know that someone wants to come up and we could buy some time to pretend that we were studying and not creating any nuisance there..
3 crazy cricket fans, Door Locked- Books Closed !! Cricket talks starts..
Do hell with studies..
we went on talking and boasting abt each others habits and all sorts of crazy stuffs..
And then suddenly an idea struck !! A GAME !!!! we 3 could play a game so that the winner could easily be decided..
Not even in ur wildest dreams u would be able to guess what game we came with up :P :P

Ohkeeyy here we go.. i will try and explain the scenarios and the game to u..
1. In My house only ground floor is constructed.. So all 3 were standing on terrace- 1st floor having very small boundary walls..
2. Around 100-150 metres away there was this huge wall.. like a 5 storey tall building wall ,  other side of which there was a huge transport godown..
3. there were loads of small small stones kept on my terrace..

So the game was who could throw a stone from here and clear that huge wall ..
three kids of 5-6th std were checking the strength in their arms..
Bang- bang - bang ... first 15-20 stones went on to hit the wall at different heights..
But finally one of us could clear it and it went on the other side.. after that all 3 of us started clearing the wall on regular basis.. consistency increased and we were enjoying it :) :)
10 mins later , what we saw , we saw for the first ever time..2 huge men climbed up the wall from other side and started shouting..
Who the fuck is that ?? who is hitting stones ?? all sorts of shouts started coming from other side..
All 3 of us laid down on the floor and tried to hide ourselves from their view..we crawled till the terrace exit.
My fren Abhishek Ranjan ran down hurriedly and escaped..My cousin used to stay in next house , he descently went back..
I too reacted as if nothing happened and went down and went to take bath directly..
I come outta bathroom and i see that 4-5 men were standing outside and talking to mom..
                 So what exactly happened was while we were showing our throwing skills to decide who is the real champ b/w the three of us , a couple of stones which crossed the wall went on to hit a couple of guys who were working in that transport on the other side of the wall..
                                             Can u imagine the climax now !! or do i need to write..
Ohkey listen i will tell u what happened after those 4-5 men left the house..
A 15 mins Scolding session !!! a 10-15 mins belting session.. running around the house and my mom chasing me with my cricket bat in her hand..
Broomstick at times..
And what not..
Story doesnt end here..Mom walks outta house to go to Ranjan's house.. While she was entering his house ,she sees ranjan was going outta his house on his bicycle.. she asked him where are ur mom dad.. This guy got full on scared and told aunty mom has gone to market and dad has gone to College..
and then this guy leaves..
My mom still stepped into his house and to her satisfaction finds Ranjan's mom dad in the house only :P :P :P
The entire incident got narrated to them and mom got satisfied ..
She comes back home , calls my cousin and scolds him as well..
After a while whole of the family leaves for the festival except me and my bro [OBVIOUSLY THEY DIDNT TAKE US WITH THEMSELVES :( ]..
Both of us sat down in a room to analyze what went wrong , we were just crying and crying and crying..
I still remember what all crap we spoke in that room..
No one loves us..
We will run away from the house..
Its a good day today, all of them have gone out , lets pack our stuffs and move on..
Everyone just wanna belt us.. No one cares what we think and what we waana do in life.we wanna become cricket players.. we just dont wanna study.
Why do these ppl dont understand us and our needs..
This is crap.. this is bull shit..
Both of us got tired after  an hour or so of talking bullshit and sharing or senseless-baseless dreams..
And slept off..
Day got over.. night got over..
Next day same jitesh pamnani ,same bharat pamnani ,same home, same parents,same habits [ours] , same scoldings, same nautanki ,same crying ,same thoughts of leaving home, same end result - GHANTA  !!!!
 

This time i DID NOT Steal it... 'Trust Me'

 

So Here i am.. Back with my new post.and this time so sooooonn..:P :P
Anyway !! Did u all read my previous post ??? Because if u didnt read
The Thief in me and the cop in my MOM
you might miss the emotion , fun  and many of my nautankis :P :P

OHKEY !!!! Did that change me.. Did i become a new Jitesh Overnight ???
Hmmmmmm.. I guess all of u would have heard the farmer and the tiger story.. Right ?? if u cant recall , lemme tell u a small story first..
Once a farmer was getting bored in his Filed.. He wanted to have some fun and So he suddenly started screaming Tiger !! Tiger !! Tiger !!.. A bunch of villagers from the nearby village heard his plea and came to save him. Only to know later that this guy was just kidding..
A couple of weeks passed by and then this same farmer repeated the same nonsense and a bunch of villagers came again only to find that he was joking again..
A month passed by and one day a real Tiger came to the fields and attacked this farmer.. He screamed at the peak of his voice , but no one turned up this time.
For a simple reason any human being would think "This guy must be joking again" !! and the tiger killed this farmer..
Kahani Khatm [Story over] !! wait wait wait.. whydid i tell this crap now ??
Hmm u will get to know soon..

I will take u through an incident which happened in 5th standard of my life.. I was in RKMV , Katihar..
My school timings used to be from 11a.m to 4.30p.m i guess..and lunch break used to be at 1.30p.m or so [as far as i remember]
So this day we had a festival.. Guru Nanak Jayanti. We have a huge function in Gurudwara and we spend our full day there. and i had no holiday that day. So my mom said why dont u go to school and attend classes atleast till lunch time.. By 1.30 - 2 p.m types when everybody comes to gurudwara, by then u can also come and then attend the remaining day's function. And i was like MOMMMM.. Who goes to a school for half day and that too in 5th standard ?? And that too in a school which is so strict in its rules , regulations , principles and all that , who will let me come out aftr lunch break..
Mom says beta u dont have to worry.. i have spoken to ur class teacher already abt this .. here is ur leave application ,signed by  me and ur Dad both.. just give this to ur class teacher and he will allow u..
Come to gurudwara directly i will wait for u there.
I said mommm everyone will be looking so smart ther , and me in this dumb school dress , that too a half pant..naaa
MOM- i will get ur dress there babyyy dont worry.. just come..
I was like WOWWWW.. u are a super mom :) :) mmuaaahhh
Jitesh- off to school..
i showed my leave letter to all my frens.. and flaunted it properly..
teased them.. dude u guys will attend full day.. i will just attend half day and bunk with permission and attendance :P :P
I reach gurudwara at 2.. meet my mom.. She is suddenly not talking to me.. She throws the dress on me and says change and come soon..
she makes me eat lunch and scolds me a ten times for some stupid reasons not knowing to me.. all this between 2 to 2.45..
And says ur function is over.. u had luncg ryt ?/ done ?? go change and get back to school..
I was like What the ???
Mom who will allow me back in school just for the last hour now..
Mom- just lesten to whatever i say.. Put on ur school dress fast and i will come myself..just to drop u back to school..
I start crying and doing all the drama, but nothing works, she didnt listen anything that afternoon and made me enter that class at around 3.15-3.30 or so..
I still remember History class by a teacher s.kundu was gng on, my mom comes ryt to the class , talks to the teacher and puts me back in it..
My frens make fun of me [bec of all the attitude i showed to them before leaving]
Anyway school got over, i reached home , find my mom sleepimg..
She waked up at 7 or so and doesnt bother talking to me..and goes directly to kitchen..
By 7.45-8 she is done with the food and comes back to room.. and the BOMB explodes..
Slaappppp !! directly..
I was like what happened .. what did i do ?? Why u not talking ?? why u hitting me now ??
First temme what did i do..
MOM-Why did u steal a 50 rs note from my wardrobe ..
No mom i didnt..
How many times to tell u , stop stealing money. what do u need in life , what is that u done get from me or from ur dad, that u end up stealing money..
No mom i didnt..
What do u wanna do in life, u wanna become a thief.. haan..
No mom i didnt..
What the hell are u upto. who teaches u all this..are u friends thieves..
No mom i didnt..
Which movies do u watch, from wher did u learn all this tell me right now..
 No mom i didnt..
[Dont forget the clock.. by now its 9.15-9.30 p.m- its been more than an hour since i had just spoken one sentence No mom i didnt..]
Dad comes back home no, after closing the shop, mom narrates everything to him, Dad doesnt say a word..

Mom starts again... Why ?? What ?? How ?? When ?? and all that
No mom i didnt..
she recalls 15-20 other incidents and then i get pasted for all of them together that nyt..
It was freakin cold in Katihar , Bihar [a november night it was]
i was sitting in the corner of my room and i guess it was 10.30 p.m now..
None of us had food .. Dad was sitting still since the moment he entered the room ..
Now mom was tired..she had to find out some solution for this..As i was not saying anything other than "No mom i didnt.."
No she finds a trickk suddenly..
So u didnt steal , Ryt ??
Me- No mom i didnt..
Fineeeeee
i am coming to ur school tomo.. I will take the mike in the assembly and shout out loud that my son is a thief, dont sit next to him in class, and dont talk to him.
Mommm u cant do that !! come on..
MOM-u really think i cant do that.. I Can , I will and u will see that tomo..
I will go talk to ur Maharaj Jee [principal] and tell him all abt u.. i will talk to ur class teacher and tell him all ur stories..
Me- mommmmmmmmmm what the hell are u talking.. Kisi ki ma aisa karti hai kya [Dpea anyone's mother ever do like this]
MOM- Does anyone's Son ever do like this ??
I was mom - No mom i didnt..TRUST ME for once in life.. Pleassseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
I thought that will work, as mom kept mum for a while, all quiet, ot was almost 11p.m by then..
Just when i thought that the drama was over.. Mom asks So.. What did u do with that 50 Rs..
I was stunned, surprised, shocked , irritated , frustrated , speechless , Completely brokennn after listening to that question.
And then i said Yes i stole it..Yes i did...Now what will u do..I stole it and i spent it off.. Over Can we eat food and can we sleep now..
She asks, so where did u spend it..
Aahh mom forget it.. its over.. I had to treat my frens. so i got them a couple of  Lays packets, 4 Cold Drinks and a few chocolates while coming from school today..
And no surprises for guessing what followed.. more scoldings and more beltings..
And then more promises from my side that i will not do it again..
and then came the food finally..

That night when i went to sleep , i just couldnt sleep at all..
I just cried cried and cried.. Because that day i had not stolen the money..
I couldnt make my parents believe that i did not actualy steal the money.. i Failed..For the sole reason that before that day i had told them a million of times that No mom i didnt..and all were lies..
For once i was telling the truth but to no use..
That was the last time ever i had stolen money ..

Infact if i tell u something u wont believe , a couple of months later sometime in the evening i found a 50 rs note fallen  in hall , i picked it up and went to the kitchen and gave it to my mom.. Yesss i did , saying mom see i found this in hall , dunno whose it is ??
She bursted out laughing .. followed by Hugs and Kisses :P :P :P
Love ya MOM !!! muaahhh u are the bestesttttt :) :)

The thief in me and the cop in my MOM

Yes the title and the Pichha says it all abt my post !! :P :P

Lets start this post which is gonna be a mixture of many incidents which happened around me..
It all started when i was probably in 2nd standard and it went on for 3- 4 years or so..

STORY 1:
 My mom has a habit.. she visits Gurudwara every morning !! come whatever may, she will not miss the visit..
In our bedroom there is a slab , u know the types where in u dump ur suitcases or seldom used stuffs..Sooo on this slab there used to be a small wooden box kept. Not locked though.. (like a sandook types..)
I used to see that every fine day before leaving Mom used to reach our to this sandook and take something and then go to gurudwara.
as days passed , my curiosity to reach out on that sandook increased..
One fine day when mom left for gurudwara , dad left for shop and there was no one in the house i got enough courage to try and reach to it..
Dragged a table near it.. Put a chair on that table.. and then i hopped on the chair.
I could somehow reach to the destination , i was willing to reach since months.. In full excitement i opened that and found out coins.. Soooo many coins.. 2 rs coins, 1 re coin, 5 rs coins..
coins coins coins !!
My eyes lit up big time..
and then it became a daily routine.. started with one 1 re coin per day, reached a stage where i started flicking two 5 rs coins per day..
One fine day when mom left, i did this set up and hopped on to the chair again only to find mom back in the room as she had forgotten to take something..
See how fast i was to steal the coins :P :P
But then when mom was staring at me as in giving a look What the hell are u upto ?? i just looked around as though nothing happened , i didnt even touch the sandook, looked around the slab for some random stuffs and then got down and ignored as if mom had even come to the room.
Mom then didnt utter a word,, she left for gurudwara and generally she returns after 2 hrs or so..
that day when i failed in my 1st attempt, i obviosuly was thinking to try once more :P :P
and to my bad luck when i tried to flick the coins again after an hour.. Mom came back from gurudwara and found me in the same situation and i reacted the same way as though i dont even know what are COINS :P :P
 No points for guessing that the coin box changed its place that very evening and for around next 5 yrs i didnt know where the box was..

STORY 2..
My source of income reduced and i started feeling the pain ki bina paise ke kaam nahi chalne wala [W/o money what i am gonna do in life] - and mind it haan all this in 2-3rd std :P :P
I had to soon find a replacement and yess u guys are thinking in the right direction.. i found one soon :)
This time my granddad.. My BABA !!
An old man who wears kurta pyjama everyday :) He used to come home from shop around 4 p.m .. have his lunch and then take a nap .
                       "before he used to sleep he used to hang his kurta in the room..
                         and after he used to sleep , i used to enter the room :P :P "
It all started with few coins from his right pocket and one fine day by mistake i entered left pocket only to find notes :P :P
That was the day i became BIGGG..
i decided no more coin hunting from today.. its gotta be NOTE!!
Image ka sawwal tha yaar :P :P
Though my baba never caught me red handed but he got to know that something was missing from his pocket.. and he took me for a walk and threatened to complain to the most dangerous cop of my life .. MY MOM..
I said no no no no baba .. Leave it.. dont tell it to anyone.. i will stop loking into ur pocket..
and i kept my promise.. i didnt steal again from his pocket.. whenever i needed money i used to go pataufy him to gimme directly. and if he didnt give i used to pataufy my grand ma first who used to scold my baba in turn and made sure i get the cash..

STORY 3 :
Now that i was left with no choice, i decided i will earn and spend my money.
I wont beg borrow or steal others money :P :P
My ego got hurt yaar that no one used to gimme money..
Those days  i used to study in Ramakrishna Mission Vidya Mandir . i used to study well..
I used to be the rank holder those days.. And one amazing stuff my School did was - It used to give cash prize to the rank holders.
So every annual function i used to get cash prize..Masst hard hard notes..
but my Mom used to take it and lock it up the safe.. It was a matter of time before i gotta know where was the key kept :P :P
And then i started on my new mission, STEALING my hard EARNED money..
It was tough, but what to do i was lift with no choice..
one note a day had become my daily routine :P :P
one fine day after an year or so when mom opened the safe and looked into the Envelopes only to find a couple of notes left.
[Jaise boond boond se ghara bharta hai waise he boond boond se ghara khali bhi ho jaata hai]
[the way a pot gets filled with droplets of water, similarly it gets emptied as well if those droplets keep leaking]

Phir kya tha !! Meri mom , unka danda [Stick] , jhaaru [Broomstick] , almunium mug , slippers , Belan . jalti Mommbatti ki mom [Hot hot Wax] and many other things whichever she found near her were showered on me..
Got a day full of scoldings and beatings. A colony ful to support me, saying bachha hai chor do isse..
But that was not enough to stop my mom :P:P
Got belted and belted and belted..

BUT..
The question here is Did that stop me from stealing money..
Did i change overnight and become a good kid !!
Was i the new jitesh after that day..
All your answers in my next blogpost thats here
 http://jiteshpamnani.blogspot.in/2011/09/this-time-i-did-not-steal-it-trust-me.html?spref=fb !!! :) :)

Contra , Mario , Me . My mom and My Dad

Ahhhh.. It took me a long time to write my next one.. nevertheless better late than never :P :P
Here i go abt my craze for video games !!!
Those where the days when i was in 3rd-4th standard in Ram Krishna Mission Vidya Mandir, Katihar..
Just outside my house there used to be a pay phone by name "Gopal Pay Phone" In a small corner he used to keep a Small black and white tv and with that a set up ready to connect those cassette Video games. The people who used to come to make calls, used to see us playing the games and stand in the queue for playing next,, and the ppl who used to come to play games, would end up making few calls also.. So ho gaya na Double Business.
And i was one among the champs of that small adda.. One who could clear all stages of contra and mario :) :) [Collar up :P :P] U can imagine how regular a customer i was ??
Anyway so here is a  day of my life in katihar Which i will never ever forget .NEVER. It was a weekday and there was a function in my school late evening. So there were no classes that day, matlab full too chutti [I could play games full day and evening go to school and collect some prizes.]
Yes i was intelligent then [for those who are wondering what prizes will this guy get :P :P]. I was supposed to get 4 prizes that day. A couple of them  for a speech and debate competition , one for English Recitation and one for Scoring 3rd rank in 2nd standard final exams. So that day i was like a dude at home telling my mom, that i am gonna get 4 awards today, and this and that,,, full show off :) and that she will be called on stage too ..
My mom says, dudelisten.. Ayamma [Servant] has not come  today. So u gotta help me out in many works so that we can finish the work by lunch time, and then sleep for a coulple of hours and then go to attend the annual function. I was like OOKKKK done dana done done ..and then LEFT HOME walking leisurely ..

Scene 1 - I went to that video game shop, as i had 2 bucks change in my pocket, Played for some 20 odd mins, beat everyone ther in the shop and came back home only to find my furious mom looking after me here and there. On being asked where was i all this while i said the truth, got a bit of scoldings but then things were alright !!
Mom went to kitchen, found out that there was no oil. She gave me 50 bucks and asked me to go buy a litre oil. i bought it.. It costed me 48 rs..
Scene 2 - "2 RS CHANGE LEFT"  While coming back from the shop i couldnt control myself and entered the PAY PHONE again.
So here i was at it again, half an hour to get  oil from the the shop ryt outside my house. Nevertheless a few slaps, a few mins of scoldings and curses came my way :P :P [Ab toh Aadat padh chuki thee]

 Lunch prepared !! mumma went to take bath !! beta went again to play game . This time i had no money, I was watching others play and giving directions how to clear stages..
Scene 3 - 20 mins passed by I looked up suddenly only to find my MOM standing ryt beside me in that PAY PHONE.She started belting me ryt there and chased me till home 200-300 metres (Crossed the road while getting belted only :P :P)
Mom's hand turned RED, My face Same to same :P :P
Any way !! she asked me to take bath and get ready !!
Lunch time :- [Those days we didnt have fridge at home.] We used to keep Curd and milk and all that in my cousin's house[Next building]. Mom asked me to  go and get it before she puts the food in the plate. I enter my coucin's room , take the curd from their fridge and see that my cousin was playing Baseball game.
[My cousin had got a very serious back operation done, he was on bed rest so his dad got him video game to pass his time-1st in entire colony]
Scene 4 -
My BRO- dude Can u beat me at baseball.
Me- dude, dont challenge me !! i am a pro
MY BRO- ahh gimme a break . common mate, beat me and show.
Me- dude take out the second remote, i will show u ur worth today.
*Puts curd aside*
7-10 mins later Phatttt *ON MY FACE* *ON MY BACK* *ON MY BUMS* and dunno where all i got belted by mom..
We reached my house !! By now Dad had come home for lunch . Mom vomits out everything to him, Ryt frm Scene 1 , 2 ,3,4.. All this while when narration was gng on i was sitting on the floor with a puppy face :(..
Dad heard the story and didnt utter a word and went out..
I looked up.. saw him gng and i was like YESSSSS.. bach gaya [I am saved]
Probably he is in a good mood..
10 mins later, he returns and starts closing all the doors of the room. behind his shirt he hid a long thick BETH [Stick..] and THAT WAS IT !!
For the first time ever [and the only time i can recall] i got beaten up by my DAD..
I started shouting at the peak of my voice, My grand ma and Grand Pa are watching me from the windows and shouting at my dad, to leave me and all that..
Aahh it pained big time..
Loads of drama, then lunch together and then School annual function and then Prizes.. And then Smiles all around.
Day was over.. Ooops NIGHTmare was over PHEW !!!!

Days passed by .. Dad went to patna for a business trip for a week !!
after 10 odd days a normal evening,
Scene 5-
DAD comes home. We all are sitting and chit chatting and watching CHITRAHAAR on DD1.. DAD says , beta there is a cover on top of the almirah in the other room..Just go and get it !!
HUGEEE it was.. 1 m long, half a metre wide.. Wrapped up in that brown paper..
I got it to dad.. He's like open it..I di.. guess what was there in it..
FAWKKKKKK.. VIDEO GAME !!! SEXYYYYYY it was..
That too KEYBOARD + REMOTE wala !!! 1st of its kind in my colony..
I was like DADDDDDDDDDDD whats this..
OH MY GAAADDDDD !!!! I could not believe it at all.. Slept that nyt with that huge box lying beside me..
My happiness knew no limits.. No more pay phone.. no more cousin's house for games.. Ryt from the very next day it was a Parlour at my own place..hahahahahha
Loved it and as i say i can never ever forget these moments of my life !!!
Love ya MOM DAD :-* :-* You guys are the BESHTESTEST

DAD - If only R.I.P meant Return If Possible :(

Irrespective of hundreds of business tensions on his head [which i never knew], irrespective of heavy loans on his head [which (none knew in my family) he took to get his brother and sister married], irrespective of always taking half sleep at nyt [most of the nights some or the other person used to come and ask him to open the shop at midnyt and give medicines, and this great person never learnt to say NO, so he used to always get up and go], irrespective of all that HE never lost his smile. He never ever let me or my mom know what he used to undergo.
He had a luna which he was using since 4-5 yrs.. He would press the horn when he was almost 500 m away from my home..As soon as I would listen to it [as i wud be waiting for the sound of his luna and its unique horn] ,i used to go open the door and stand their till he arrived. And allow him to enter only if he showed that what he got for me that day as  he used to get me some or the other thing i asked him to get.
He used to have Paan in his mouth and as soon as he used to enter and hug my sis [who was then 7-8 yrs old].. She used to give a tight slap on his face. and she used to ask him to throw the pan and then hug her :)
and such was his relation with her that he wud immediately go and throw the paan and clean his mouth and hug her and kiss her back. Later on it became a situation that whenever i had to ask something from my da, i used to first pataufy my sis and then she used to ask that and i wud get it in no time.
Days passed we grew up.. I finished my 10 th std. I had a dream to become an Engineer. I used to hear from many ppl in my native that once a person goes to bangalore, he becomes set for a life time.
I used to tell all that at home and convinced my parents to send me to bangalore. Such was this man's greatness that even then he never said NO. and happily got me a 118 waiting list ticket , gave me some money , came to drop me to railway station and sent me off.
Knowing not even a single person in bangalore, it was tough for me to decide on many things initially and but i had good friends always, so it helped me a lot in getting settled in bangalore.
Such was the trust on me that not even once did he ask me abt what i am doing in bangalore, how i am staying, what i am eating, and so on.. He just knew that i wud do it. [AND WHY SHOULD NOT I .. AFTER ALL I AM HIS SON].
He bought a phone during august 2004 only to send it to me within a month as i asked him that papa i need a mobile phone as every person here in jain college owns one but i dont. 
March 2005- Things went smoothly and i finished my 11th std exams and my holidays started. I planned to visit home , but before that i went to delhi where i had planned to stay for a week with my friends.
By now he had bought one more phone nokia 3315 only to keep it at home so that my mom could use it and my sister could play games with it.
Staying at my friends house in delhi i called him up on 22nd march morning-
Me- hey dad wassup.. 4-5 more days i will be there. Get that home mobile phone recharged for 333. Get a carton full of orange cream biscuits.I m coming dad i am coming.
Dad- u come dude.. everything is ready. u just come. What else u want tell me. ?
Me- nothing dad.. love u bye.
I go to cyber cafe, spend 5-6 hrs there. at 2 in the afternoon take out my mobile and read a msg which says
"Call up ur home immediately"
I call back and get to know that he is no more.
I reach back to my native on 23rd morning praying all night that hope whatever news i got is not true, hope its just a bad prank played by someone, hoping i will find him and talk to him. only to reach and find out that i was hoping against the hope.
I get to knw that he got an heart attack. My question is how ??
\A person who has medical shop since 1983, a person who has saved so many lives by just giving them the tablet which u can keep under ur tongue and save urself. A person who has served the ppl of Katihar selflessly, how can God even think of calling that person to himself. How the hell did he not know that he has got an ataack and he is supposed to have that tablet which he has given to 100s of ppl.
Instead he felt that its an acidity problem and had ENO, which doctors say acts like a poison for a person who has had an heart attack.
I still dunno the reason why GOD did that to me and my family. I had never ever seen so many ppl in anyone's funeral at my place. Near his shop when 100s of ppl gathered to see him i gotta know what he meant to ppl of katihar.
the Doctor who declared him dead, when ppl of that chowk went to thrash that doctor and threaten him to run for his life, then i gotta know what he meant to ppl of katihar.
When i opened my shop 3 days later and when customers came again and kept on telling me innumerable stories abt my dad and his love towards common ppl and how he had saved so many lives, i realised what he meant to the ppl of katihar.
My question is why this person could not save himself ?? Didn't God know that he has a girl who is just 10 yrs old. Didnt God know he has a wife who is solely dependent on him. Dodnt God know he has a father who is a asthma patient and completely dependent on him. Didnt God know that he was my 1st hero , my 1st idol whom i always wanted to be there alongside me.
there are a many questions which will always remain unanswered. Everytime i think of 22 march 2005 tears roll out, my legs start shivering , the face of my mom and my sister comes ryt infront of me. and all the beautiful memories which i have shared with this person flashes back.
No one can ever take his place in my life. Some things are just irreplaceable . How much ever ppl convince me by saying things will be alright, time will heal all the problems, and all that.
I know that nothing is gonna change, the person is never gonna return in my life. and i know i will miss him forever. FOREVER.... :(

FFINAAALYYYYY ... :) :)

Here u go... Ooopss here I go actually :)

Kept on thinking abt writing blogs since 3-4 yrs and writing a book since 2-3 yrs [woh pata nahi kab hoga].. Sometimes i felt , who will come and read my blog..
Sometimes i felt yaar ye sab faaltu ki nautanki hai saala. Sometimes i felt will i get enuff time to keep updating it ??
But as time passed, i gained more and more experiences in my life.. met more and more and more ppl in my life.. created more and more memories with them.[ some good, some bad, some horrible], and in short my mind got blocked with more and more stories to tell :)..
And here I am..FINALLY.. to share with u all.. my experiences abt life, places , ppl , things, situations, and probably everything else whichever i have come across in my life..
Now  why did i name it THE UNCENS'U'RED ??
Thats bec im gonna pour my heart out here Completely, honestly,truly, and all that will be uncensored blahh....[ UNCENS 'O' RED was not available :( :( ]

"Main kasam khata hun ki jo likhunga sach linkhunga , sach ke siva kuch nahi likhunga :P :P hahah "

Dunno how regularly i will be writing. But i plan to share all the small small stories whichever i can recall from my life.. Not for anyone's sake.. but for MYSELF :).. I ll have all my memories jotted down at a single place atleast :)
Few yrs Down the line in case if i have memory loss, at least i can read these and tell stories to my Kids and Grand Kids abt me, my friends, my life , their life and everything else.. hahahah :) :)
Anyway !!! So here i hang on my first ever BLOG..
Loads to come.. till then.. Keep watching this space.

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