STORY V: THE BEAUTIFUL JOURNEY (part II)

continued............

Once we were seated at our respective locations I realized that I had pretty much nothing to do. We ere both seated at the window seats which makes the location seem like the end of the tunnel where you have nowhere to go. If you are a kid and if it’s daytime you can pretty much pass your time by looking outside the window. But to my disappointment neither was I a kid, nor it was daytime. I checked my watch; it was 7:00 PM.So here I was seated in front of a beautiful piece of human being having nothing to do but stare right into her face.

I observed that she wasn’t facing the problem which I was, as she had a book in front of her face, perfectly shielding her face from my staring. I read the book's cover. It was something called A Monk who sold his Ferrari. Now, to be honest I haven’t read a novel type book in my life. The only thing which I read till now was a kiddo type book written by Sidney Sheldon. That too I read because I had to in my school library. Besides that I also read my CBSE Literature book because that piece of shit earned me marks in my final exams. I was also into the Bike World magazine but it had more of watching than reading. The name of the book she was reading clearly gave me the impression that she was one of those studious types girls with whom you are better of talking something which doesn’t come in text form. Now who would keep a name like that for a book?

Which monk would buy a Ferrari? And even if he does why the hell would he want to sell it off?

I found out the place where I could safely park my eyes was downwards as it was the safest. She was wearing a tall slipper or sandal which you call. It resembled a three story building with half your foot on the top floor and the other half on the first floor. The ground floor is reserved for parking. I once heard my sister call it a platform type sandal, whatever it meant. There was dark red nail polish on her toenails, with one toe encircled in weird spring like ringlets that only girls can justify wearing. I just wanted to keep looking at her feet but she started to talk.

“So, you don’t read much do you?” she enquired.

“No, certainly not, I do read, it’s just that I forgot to keep my book along with the luggage……..silly me, don’t know what I was thinking. Now how would I pass this journey without a book………”

I had no idea where that came from. A perfectly framed lie which came out from some part of my body I had no knowledge. Maybe I wanted to impress her. I mean you got to say that if the girl you are fantasizing is one of those studious types…..

“So what do you read Rahul?” was her immediate reaction.

I was dumbstruck.

“I don’t know …I guess the mystery ones are good……”

That was clean. I must get a PhD in lying. I knew I was walking on thin ice but now I had no option.

“Oh, that’s good ……then I suppose you must not have read the Da Vinci Code……..have you?” she again finished the sentence with a question mark.

I heard that weird name on the news channel. I couldn’t say yes, since it might given rise to millions of questions which was suicidal.

“No, not really...my friends were insisting on reading that, but somehow I didn’t get the time………….”

Hail king Rahul. The noble prize for Effective lying goes to you.

“Oh, that’s no problem” she opened her bag and took out that book with a weird name on it and gave it to me. “You can read it now……..”

“Thank you, you saved my journey……”

I took the book without and further questions. I realized that this conversation is not going in a safe direction. So I put a seal on my mouth and stuck my eyes on the book. At least now I had something to look at.

Both of us were sitting face to face reading books as if we were preparing for board exams. She might be used to this stuff but for me, I had crossed the limit of staring at a book. Of course I was not going to read it, so I thought maybe it’s time for me to get a bit naughty. She was now seated in a very comfortable posture. We were the only two people seated on the two opposite births. The compartment was not that crowded. On the passage seat there was this uncle and auntie .their kids were already asleep on the births over our heads. The uncle and aunty were busy discussing some family issues among themselves. I noticed that I was somewhat unchecked if I had to stare at the girl seated in front of me. She had now kept the book on her lap which perfectly exposed her beautiful face to me. I used my book as a shield and threw some short glances at her without her noticing.

There are two kinds of pretty girls in this world. One is the modern type, girls who cut their hair short, wear jeans or skirts, and tiny earrings. The second is the traditional type who wears Salwar Kameez, multi-colored bindi and large earrings.

Malvika was a cross between the two types. Her dressing sense was kind of a hybrid. She wore knee length jeans which I noticed immediately (as half her legs were visible!!!) and the upper part of her body had something which I first thought was a loose t-shirt. But now when I look more carefully have started to believe is more like a Kurta which is mysteriously short in length and made to look like a loose t-shirt. Well I am not into female dresses much so the best I can call her attire is a camouflaged Kurta with a knee length jeans. She paired it up with matching earrings .She was not one of those forced traditional type fat girls who have no choice but to wear Indian clothes. Malvika was just fine, and actually way out of my league. She had brownish black or blackish brown or whatever hair, which she had left open, a curl falling mischievously on her forehead. She had a somewhat round face, but not because she was fat or anything, just a natural endearing face. I just kept looking at her as the novel in front of my face waited patiently for my glance.

Amidst all this peeping stuff, the next station arrived. By now some two or three stations had already passed but there were not that big. This one was an exception as I saw a lot of movement both inside the compartment and on the platform. We no longer had the luxury of our own individual births now, as another uncle and aunty with a small kid arrived to accompany us. This station was kind of this eating station as everyone in the compartment started eating. It was 9:00 PM.I guess this was the station where you had to eat and as the train leaves you had to go to sleep. I thought an opportunity had slipped through my fingers as Malvika would also go to sleep and the story which had such a thrilling beginning would have to end quietly.

Just when I was recollecting these thoughts, Malvika broke the silence by saying… “Rahul, could you just keep a watch on my luggage. I’ll just be back in a minute. I have to wash my hands and stuff so that we can begin having our dinner once I come back……”

The words WE really rung some bells in my mind.

“Yeah, sure just don’t take too much time……., I think the train is about to leave….”I said like a responsible person.

“Don’t, worry you won’t have to pull me up this time……”she said with a smile and left…..

Through the window I could see her going to the nearest tap on the platform and wash her face. She filled her bottle and even mine. I didn’t even realize when she took my bottle. She was a damn nice girl I felt. She was so comfortable with me as if we knew each other from a long time. How could I let this girl just pass by? She’s just the kind of girl I would like to be with. I mean besides all this good looks stuff, her taking my bottle without me telling her was really special. It showed she liked me as well and was comfortable with me.

I just began to hope this journey never ends………………

To be continued………

STORT V: A BEAUTIFUL JOURNEY(part I)

I boarded the train from my hometown Jabalpur.I was off to Bhopal in search of a better future. I was so exited that I reached the station half an hour in advance for the first time in my life (I am sure that’s what most of you’ll do, but I was an exception).The train was to leave from Jabalpur. I was one the first people who entered the empty compartment, switched on the lights and fans, safely kept my luggage, then sat on my seat and had nothing to do. Its so strange, how could people come in so early for a train? I saw some uncles and aunties mark their territory, I mean birth; as if securing a birth was the only motive in their life. The uncles wiped the entire birth with newspapers. The only thing which they could have done more was disinfect it with Dettol, but then I thought they can’t go that far. I wonder why the Railways spend so much money on cleaning. The uncles and aunties are doing just fine.

By the way I am Rahul Awasthi.I am a brand new addition to the pool of aspiring so called engineers in India. I am a regular small town guy who has at last managed to escape from his small city called Jabalpur to a slightly larger city called Bhopal to pursue a hot and happening engineering degree from a brand new engineering college (it recently opened, so I couldn’t find better words).The fact that I was moving away from the watchful eyes of my family completely overshadowed the fact the college I was going to join was not a very great one. But what the heck, it has a great building like most private colleges have nowadays and moreover if I somehow manage to complete my degree, I would get to sit in a campus and secure a job anyway. I am not a very good student (as you would have already guessed by now), so whatever I got, I was happy with; beggers are not choosers anyways.

So precisely, as I told you, one of the reasons because of which I was happy was that I was finally running away from home. The second more important reason was GIRLS.

By now I have had enough of studies and the next thing I want to do in my life is catch hold of a damsel and spent my next four years doing the girlfriend boyfriend thing.
I can’t explain how much I am dying to do this. By now I have forgot what was my rank in PET but what I remember is that there are exactly twenty five girls in my branch which means I have twenty five options to choose from. Even if I leave out the defective ones and the unreachable ones there would be at least fifteen left which is more than enough to keep me occupied. Now there is no stopping me. The strategy for me for the next four years is to grab a girl and grab a degree.

As I was done with all my future planning by now, the next thing I could possibly think of was listening to the Radio via the earphone technology. As I satisfied my eardrums with the soothing music via the earphone I could see the uncle seated at the diagonally opposite seat giving me a ‘this young generation is useless’ kind of a look. So I quietly moved away and made the compartment door my new home. As I caught up with the hot Radio Mirchi as the RJ was saying I saw the scene at the platform. India’s population is surely growing exponentially I thought. The platform was crowded with a lot of Uncles and their respective aunties with a lot of soon to be uncle aunties with their Bachhas and Bachhis.It was hard to find some youth, I mean GIRLS. The train started moving as I bid adieu to the uncles and aunties and my beautiful hometown Jabalpur.

Just when I thought all was over, I saw some sort of a beautiful girl shouting at me from the platform. Then I saw her running towards me shouting even harder. I gave her a smile. Soon I made out that my smile didn’t help her much as she still was running and shouting as before. The train started to gain speed by now. She started to reach out for my hand. By now I made out that she was actually asking me to catch hold of her and pull her inside the compartment, something which I would readily do. I removed my earphones and heard her shouting ‘please please please……..’Those were soothing words. The train was now attaining healthy speed. I stretched my hand out for her. The scene from DDLJ flashed through my mind. She was much more beautiful than Kajol I thought and as it is my name is Rahul so my name is used to such acrobatics.

Finally she reached me, or I reached her, or whatever; I caught hold of her and pulled her up. She fell over me and we were right their sweeping the floor of a railway compartment with our clothes. She was over me. I felt my back was no more with me. The pleasure of having a beautiful girl over me surpassed all kind of pains my body was going through. It seemed like a scene of a Bollywood movie. The fun ended as she hopped away from me as if she touched a frying pan.

“I am so-so sorry”, she announced. She was a young girl, around my age. She was wearing a loose T-shirt and knee length jeans. I noticed she wasn’t carrying much luggage; just a big bag pack of the size of two suitcases which was hugging her back like a baby Koala hugs a mummy Koala (I saw it on Animal Planet by the way).

“I am so sorry. Are you all right?” she enquired, tucking her hair behind an ear.

I was not all right, and it was her damn fault. But when a young girl asks a guy if he is all right, he can never admit he is not.

“Yeah, I guess,” I said, holding my back like a Dada ji.

“You, OK?” I too asked as if I was really concerned.

“You should come in early, you could have hurt yourself real bad”, this one was too much. I don’t know how many times I have caught the train the same way, and here I was lecturing a poor little thing like a Uncle Ji.

I looked at her carefully as she came closer. Maybe I was seeing a female after a long time or something, but I thought she was really preety.She was sweating like hell but smelled like a flower. Only girls can manage to smell good at all times, even when they are sweating. I smell like rotten eggs when I sweat.

“Hi, I am Malvika by the way.Listen, I am really sorry,” she said extending her hand towards me.

“Hi.I am Rahul, still alive so it’s okay,” I said shaking her hand and grinning at the same time.

“You see I was stuck in the traffic that’s why I couldn’t make it on time,” she said. That is understandable I thought, you are allowed to run after a train and fall over people if you are an eye-candy.

Now to be very frank, I wasn’t hurt or anything. Someone with my kind of fat deposition can absorb bumps better than most people. Still, I was enjoying milking this moment.

We headed for our respective seats; but hey….Wait……Why are we heading for the same location in the compartment????.......

Soon I found out that her seat was opposite that of mine.

Now this is simply great. A damsel, of the same age as mine, both of us all by ourselves, sitting right in front of each other hopefully for the entire journey…….this gave rise to some brilliant prospects in my mind.

Somehow I felt,

This journey was going to be special……

To be continued………..

TAJ MAHAL OR TEJO MAHALAYA??????

An aerial view of the Taj Mahal alias Tejo Mahalaya, ancient Hindu temple complex in Agra. For the last 300 years the world has been fooled to believe that this stupendous edifice was built by the 5 th generation Mogul emperor Shahjahan to commemorate one of his dead wives--Mumtaz. The two flanking buildings although identical, only the one in the rear is known as a mosque.

1) The Taj Mahal has seven stories. Five of them lie sealed and barred concealing rich evidence. The marble building in the centre is flanked by two symmetrical ones. The one in the foreground is the eastern one. The one in the background is being represented as a mosque because it is to the west. They should not have been identical if only one was to be a mosque. In the courtyard at the foot of the eastern building is inlaid a full scale replica of the trident pinnacle [found at the top of the dome]. The tiny tower at the left near the western building, encloses a huge octagonal multi-storied well.


2) This is the massive octagonal well with palatial apartments along its seven stories. A royal staircase descends right down to the water level indicated by the tiny white patch showing the sun's reflection. This was the traditional treasury well of the Hindu temple palace. Treasure chests used to be stacked in the lower stories. Accountants, cashiers and treasurers sat in the upper stories. Cheques called handies used to be issued from here. On being besieged, if the building had to be surrendered to the enemy, the treasure used to be pushed into the water for salvage later after recapture. For real research, water should be pumped out of this well to reveal the evidence that lies at the bottom. This well is inside a tower near the so-called mosque to the west of the marble Taj. Had the Taj been a mausoleum this octagonal multistoried well would have been superfluous.



3) A close up of the upper portion of the pinnacle of the Taj Mahal, photographed from the parapet beneath the dome. The Hindu horizontal crescent and the coconut top together look like a trident from the garden level. Islamic crescents are always oblique. Moreover they are almost always complete circles leaving a little opening for a star. This Hindu pinnacle had all these centuries been misinterpreted as an Islamic crescent and star or a lightning conductor installed by the British. The word "Allah" etched here by Shahjahan is absent in the courtyard replica. The coconut, the bent mango leaves under it and the supporting Kalash (water pot) are exclusive Hindu motifs.


4) The full scale figure of the pinnacle on the dome has been inlaid on the red stone courtyard of the Taj Mahal. One may see it to the east at the foot of the riverside arch of the flanking building wrongly dubbed as Jamiat Khana (community hall) by Muslim usurpers. Such floor sketches in courtyards are a common Hindu trait. In Fatehpur Sikri it is the backgammon board which is sketched on a central courtyard. The coconut top and the bent mango leaves underneath, resting on a kalash ( i.e. a water pot) is a sacred Hindu motif. Hindu shrines in the Himalayan foothills have identical pinnacles [especially noticed at Kedarnath, a prominent Shiva temple]. The eastern location of the sketch is also typically Hindu. The length measures almost 32 ft.


5) The apex of the lofty entrance arch on all four sides of the Taj Mahal bears this red lotus and white trident--indicating that the building originated as a Hindu temple. The Koranic lettering forming the middle strip was grafted after Shahjahan seized the building from Jaipur state's Hindu ruler.


6) This Naqqar Khana alias Music House in the Taj Mahal garden is an incongruity if the Taj Mahal were an Islamic tomb. Close by on the right is the building which Muslims claim to be a mosque. The proximity of a mosque to the Music House is incongruous with Muslim tradition. In India, Muslims have a tradition of pelting stones on Hindu music processions passing over a mosque. Moreover a mausoleum needs silence. A dead person's repose is never to be disturbed. Who would then provide a band house for a dead Mumtaz? Contrarily Hindu temples and palaces have a music house because morning and evening Hindu chores begin to the sweet strains of sacred music.



7) This is the Dhatura flower essential for Hindu Shiva worship. The flower is depicted in the shape of the sacred, esoteric Hindu incantation 'OM.' Embossed designs of this blooming 'OM' are drawn over the exterior of the octagonal central sanctorum of Shiva where now a fake grave in Mumtaz's has been planted. While perambulating around the central chamber one may see such ' OM' designs.


8) This esoteric Hindu design is painted on the ceiling of some of the 22 locked rooms in the secret storey below the marble platform of the Taj Mahal in Agra. Had Shahjahan built the Taj Mahal he would not have kept such elaborately painted rooms sealed and barred to the public. Even now one can enter these rooms only if one can influence the archaeology department to remove the locks.



9) Many such doorways of chambers in secret stories underneath the Taj Mahal have been sealed with brick and lime. Concealed inside could be valuable evidence such as Sanskrit inscriptions, Hindu idols, the original Hindu model of the Taj, the desecrated Shiva Linga, Hindu scriptures and temple equipment. Besides such sealed chambers there are many which are kept locked by the Government. The Public must raise its voice to have these opened or it should institute legal proceedings. Shree P. N. Sharma of Green Park, New Delhi who peeped through an aperture in these chambers in 1934 A.D. saw a pillared hall with images carved on the pillars.

RED FORT CONFLICTS

The 5th generation Mogul emperor Shahjahan is credited with having built the Red Fort in Delhi. Shahjahan ascended the throne in 1628 A.D. This contemporary painting shows him receiving the Persian ambassador in 1628 itself, in the Diwan-i-Aam (Common Room) of the Red Fort itself. This painting preserved in the Bodleian Library, Oxford, was reproduced in the Illustrated Weekly of India (page 32) of March 14, 1971. Since Shahjahan was in the fort in the year of his accession, this documentary evidence disproves the notion that he built the fort. Compare with this the photo of the tablet in English raised inside the fort by the Govt. of India's archaeology department asserting that Shahjahan built the fort during 1639-48. This is emphatic proof of Indian history having been thoroughly falsified during Muslim rule in India.

STORY I: TWO FRIENDS (part III)

Continued……….

The journey to Olives seemed longer than I thought. Both Katherine and myself behaved like strangers as we had nothing much to share. It’s strange how time can turn two close friends into strangers.

We arrived at Olives. The guard opened the door for us. Even he couldn't help throwing a glance at me. As for me I was enjoying my fifteen minutes of fame, thanks to my superstar friend.

As we entered the lobby, my eyes got stuck on the various television and film stars wandering freely. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the hero of a television serial whom I secretly admired. I even spent some sleepless nights when he died for a brief period in the serial. Along with him was his reel and real life wife Kamya.They are said to have fallen in love while shooting for this soap which led to their marriage eventually. As of now they are happily married and alive both in their serial and lives.

Amidst all this star gazing I forgot I was with a star myself. Just for communication sake, I asked Katherine...."is that Kamya Sachdev from Kkahaani Hamareee Gharrr Kii......."

"Ya they do some daily soap I heard......"

She said in a way as if daily soaps were a lowly thing for her; after all she is the future film actress.......

"You watch these daily soaps Radha?" .....asked Katherine in a surprising tone.....

"Occasionally" I replied. Although daily soaps were my oxygen like many other Indian wives..........but she was Katherine......she was different.

We or rather I settled down at the least visible corner of the restaurant. Within no time a waiter who looked more like a manager arrived at our table.

"One whiskey and one soft drink...."was Katherine's immediate answer.....

My ears rose on hearing the w word which Katherine ordered for. Katherine drinks whisky......I mean I know we tried it a couple of times during our college life.......but...............

Anyways she’s a star she can drink whiskey, bear,or any alcoholic beverage on this earth. All I can afford and think of in my wildest dreams is a soft drink, which she rightfully ordered for me.
My life is a total waste, I thought for the nine hundred and ninety ninth time since I met Katherine.

Just then I shot a question towards Katherine as an attempt to get the communication rolling......"So how’s life with Ryan?"
My attempt to lighten things didn't go down well with Katherine.
"Ryan is my past Radha, we haven't seen each other for a long time”, she replied.
I cursed myself for the bad choice of question but since I started it I had to end it too. So came my next question...."but how? I thought you two were good together".
This question didn't help things either.

"Not everything is as good as it looks Radha....."She replied in a pensive tone.

I could see she was not happy loosing Ryan but wasn't ready too share the reason for loosing him with me either. She gulped down the glass of whiskey even before I could take the first sip of my soft drink glass. Something about her told me that she wasn't happy with her life. How could an actress not be happy with her life, I wondered.

She gulped another glass of whiskey and asked. “So tell me something about your family Radha.Do you have kids? And how is Mr. Hrithik Roshan? Does he still love you as much as he used to at the time of your marriage?" she asked with a sense of deja vu.

"Ya, I have boy. His name is Soham and yes Shyam still loves me as much; thankfully”.

“You are lucky Radha; you have everything you asked for”.

It felt strange; Katherine telling me that I am lucky.

“Look who’s talking. I thought you knew a thing or two about being lucky”.

My sudden answer took her by surprise; she tried to change the topic…….

“Are you doing a job or something?” she asked……

“Ya, I teach in a primary school”

“What!!!! They most brilliant student of our batch is a primary school teacher……”she said puzzled.

“Teaching is a difficult job Kat, and I took the job only this year, so this was the best I could get”

“But I thought you weren’t going to work. Then what happened? If you wanted to work you should have started straight away.”

“Better late than never” was my defense, but who was I trying to fool. She must have guessed by now…………….

Something about her was not right. She didn’t seem happy and was drinking like a drunkard. I realized that she is not a occasional drinker but a drunkard she finished four five glasses of whiskey. I was confused. Should I stop her, should I leave or should I ask her problem?

Finally the silence was broken as her mobile beeped. She read the message and she got more miserable.

“Bloody arse fucker………..do hell with your movie…….do hell with your modeling……bloody piece of shit……just fuck off………”Katherine was unstoppable.

The entire restaurant was staring at her. She was drunk like anything and I didn’t know what to do. Finally she stopped and started crying like a baby. She was really upset and I could feel she was helpless too…….

“I can’t take it anymore Radha……... I just can’t………... That producer thinks I am his bloody servant……….Calls me up every night thinking I am his piece of shit…………..

I am human too ……….I too have bloody feelings damn it……why can’t he understand”

I understood clearly what her problem was. Everyone knows what happens in this field of glamour but nothing strikes harder than when it happens to someone you know. Katherine was just another victim of this artificial world. For the first time in the evening I felt that Katherine was not as happy as it seemed before. This harsh world has taken its toll on her. I could see that behind all that makeup was simple girl just like me. But the only difference was that the whole world knew her an d she had nowhere to escape.

“Now what do you have to say Radha………..I told you where lucky……..”She said wiping her tears.

“You have a loving husband, a kid …….. What more do you want?...........and all I have is a bloody career.”

“I don’t have a single person with whom I can share my feelings……….I had Ryan,

I loved him. But who would like to stay with a girl who gets banged every night just to act in a bloody movie”

“Do you remember you once said……….. Career is not the only thing in life Kat......you need to have a good family.....at the end of the family is what you live for......................

You were right Radha………..”

To this I can only say …….“Not everything is as good as it looks Kat….”

I couldn’t believe I was repeating what Katherine just said………

“What do you think I am doing this school teaching stuff just for fun?

I have a bloody family to run.Shyam has been out of job for six months now Kat; I somehow manage arrange for Soham’s school fees and you say that I am lucky……………Is this what you call lucky.Yes, I have a good family but that’s it Kat………Family doesn’t get you your meals Kat…………..It’s not easy Kat …….it’s just not easy……………”

I couldn’t help stopping my tears. Everything happened so quickly. Katherine noticed tears in my eyes which mellowed her down a bit.

“It’s funny Radha. We did what we thought was best for our lives but yet none of us are happy………….”

“Ya, life sure knows how to play games with us….” I said.

“You know Radha, now I feel a more complete person after talking to you; and you are the first person to know that superstar Katherine is quitting films.”

“What?????”

“Yes, you heard it right Radha…….let this movies go to hell, I am going to look for Ryan. I’ve had enough……What do you think will Ryan still love me?”

“Of course Kat who wouldn’t love the most beautiful girl in the college……..”was my reaction. I couldn’t believe that I finished a superstar’s career even before it began; but I had no regrets. I felt I did something good irrespective of what her fans would think.

“You know Kat I loved Ryan too…………”I said naughtily.

“I knew you bitch; but I am not going to give you Ryan you already took my career……..”She said and we shared a good laugh for the first time inn the evening. It was just like old days when we had no responsibilities, no fear, no worries……….

We felt complete…..free……..

She took out a bundle of notes and handed it over to me.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“My signing amount” she replied.

“But what am I going to do with it?” I asked. I hadn’t seen so much money together at a single place.

“Take it Radha; I no longer want this money. Money and Fame was all that I wanted for so long……now free me of this burden”.

“But……”

“Radha, it’s for Soham. Give him the best education. He’ll have to grow up and become what you wanted to………..Just tell him you met the superstar of India………”

I wiped my tears and kept the bundle in my purse. Life has taken us back to the point where we last parted. In a scope of few hours we lived an entire life. Both of us were a new person now. Both ready to live life again and in a better way.

Katherine dropped me near my home. I persuaded her to come to my house but she refused. She said she’ll come with Ryan.

After three years Katherine is happily married to Ryan. They both form a perfect couple. Ryan is a manager in a private company. Katherine is surprisingly a house wife now and is a die hard fan of the serial Kkahaani Hamareee Gharrr Kii......

She makes a perfect housewife except for the fact that Ryan has to bear with her woeful cooking but she is trying……..

Radha used the money Katherine gave her to buy a computer. She opened a small computer coaching for kids three years back with that computer. Now she has a full time computer training center. She has left her job and does full time teaching in her coaching class.Shyam helps her to run the coaching. Now they are no longer employed but run their own business.Soham has turned out to be a great student just like her mother and hopes to become a successful Software Engineer when he grows up.

Both of them are leading there lives to the best of their capability but most importantly they are leading their lives happily………………..

Abraham Lincoln once said, “And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years”.

COLLEGE DROPOUTS....

Are college dropouts more successful than people with good education? It would seem so if you consider that many billionaires are people who dumped college. However, what this hides is the fact that although millions quit studies before completing them, very few of them go on to become rich.
What the list of the super-rich dropouts signifies is that in business, a top degree is not as important as having the right aptitude, attitude, determination and vision.

Here are some dropouts who went on to become billionaires:

William Henry Gates III (1955-)

along with Paul Allen, co-founded Microsoft Corporation, the world's largest software maker. Bill Gates, the wealthiest person in the world with an estimated net worth of $480 crores (Rs 211,200 crore!), is probably the best-known college dropout.
Gates attended an exclusive prep school in Seattle, went on to study at Harvard University, then dropped out to pursue software development. As students in the mid-70s, he and Paul Allen wrote the original Altair BASIC interpreter for the Altair 8800, the first commercially successful PC.
In 1975, Micro-Soft - later Microsoft Corporation - was born. Three decades on, Gates has been Number One on the Forbes 400 for over a dozen years. And here's something you probably didn't know: The Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation currently provides 90 per cent of the world budget for the attempted eradication of polio.

Larry Ellison
Lawrence Joseph Ellison (1944-) ,

co-founder and CEO of Oracle Corporation, founded his company in 1977 with a sum of $2,000. Once a school dropout, he is now, according to Forbes, one of the richest people in America with a net worth of around $184 crores. The figure also makes him the ninth richest in the world.
As a young man, Ellison worked for the Ampex Corporation, where one of his projects was a database for the CIA. He called it Oracle, a name he was to reuse years later for the company that made him famous.
Interestingly, the organisation' s initial release was Oracle 2. The number supposedly implied that all bugs had been eliminated from an earlier version.
Ellison is quite a colourful man, and has long dabbled in all kinds of things. Want to learn more? Try his biography, The Difference Between God and Larry Ellison.

Dhirubhai Ambani

Dhirajlal Hirachand Ambani (1932-2002) was born into the family of a schoolteacher. It was a family of modest means. When he turned 16, Dhirubhai moved to Aden, working first as a gas-station attendant, then as a clerk in an oil company.
He returned to India at 26, starting a business with a meagre capital of $375. By the time of his demise, his company - Reliance Industries Ltd - had grown to become an empire, with an estimated annual turnover of $120 crores!
Dhirubhai was, in his lifetime, conferred the Indian Entrepreneur of the 20th Century Award by the Federation of Indian Chambers of Commerce and Industry. A Times of India poll in the year 2000 also voted him one of the biggest creators of wealth in this century.
Dhirubhai's is not just the usual rags-to-riches story. He will be remembered as the one who rewrote Indian corporate history and built a truly global corporate group. He is also credited with having single-handedly breathed life into the Indian stock markets and bringing in thousands of investors to the bourses.

Steve Jobs

Steven Paul Jobs (1955-) and Apple Computer are names that have long gone together.
Born in the United States to an unknown Egyptian-Arab father, Jobs was adopted soon after birth. After graduating high school, he enrolled in Reed College, dropping out after one semester.
In 1976, 21-year-old Jobs and 26-year old Steve Wozniak founded Apple Computer Co. in the family garage. Jobs revolutionised the industry by popularising the concept of home computers.
By 1984, the Macintosh was introduced. He had an influential role in the building of the World-Wide Web, and also happens to be Chairman and CEO of Pixar Animation Studios.
Today, with the iPod, Apple is bigger than ever. Incidentally, Jobs worked for several years at an annual salary of $1. It got him a listing in the Guinness Book as `Lowest Paid Chief Executive Officer.' He was once gifted a $9 crores jet by the company though. And his net worth? Moer than $3 billion.

Michael Dell

Michael Saul Dell (1965- ) joined the University of Texas at Austin with the intention of becoming a physician. While studying there, he started a computer company in his dormitory, calling it PC's Limited. By the time he turned 19, it had notched up enough success to prompt Dell to dropout.
In 1987, PC's Limited changed its name to Dell Computer Corporation. By 2003, Dell, Inc. was the world's most profitable PC manufacturer.
Dell has won more than his fair share of accolades, including Man of the Year from PC Magazineand EM>CEO of the Year from Financial World. Forbes, in 2005, lists him as the 18th richest in the world with a net worth of around $1600 Crores. Not bad for just another dropout.

Subhash Chandra Goel

Here's something not many people know about Subhash Chandra Goel : The Zee chairman dropped out after standard 12.
Subhash Chandra started his own vegetable oils unit at 19. It was, in a manner of speaking, his first job. Years later, a casual visit to a friend at Doordarshan gave him the idea of starting his own broadcasting company. We all know how that story ran.
Chandra knew nothing about programming, distribution or film rights. What he did understand quite well was the Indian sensibility though. Funded by UK businessmen, Zee came into being as India's first satellite TV network.
Today, it reaches 320 lakhs homes, connecting with 20 crores people in South Asia alone. The network also covers Asians in America, the Middle East, Europe, Australia and Africa, making this dropout a very rich one.

STORY IV: FREE HAIRCUT.......(FUNNY)

There was a good old barber in Hyderabad. One day a florist goes to him for a haircut. After the cut, he goes to pay the barber and the barber replies:

I am sorry, I cannot accept money from you, I am doing a Community Service.

Florist is happy and leaves the shop.


The next morning when the Barber goes to open his shop, there is a "Thank You" Card and a dozen roses waiting at his door.

A Confectioner goes for a haircut and he also goes to pay the barber he again refuses to take the money. The Confectioner is happy and leaves the shop.

The next morning when the Barber goes to open his shop, there is another "Thank you" Card and a dozen Cakes waiting at his door.


A Software Engineer goes for a haircut and he also goes to pay the barber again refuses the money saying that it was a community service.

The next morning when the Barber goes to open his shop, guess what he finds there ......

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A Dozen Software engineers waiting for a free haircut... With Printouts of the Forwarded mail mentioning about free haircut!

STORY III: A WONDERFUL STORY ABOUT LOVE

A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said "I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat."


"Is the man of the house home?", they asked.


"No", she replied. "He's out."


"Then we cannot come in", they replied.

In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened.

"Go tell them I am home and invite them in!"

The woman went out and invited the men in"


"We do not go into a House together," they replied.


"Why is that?" she asked.


One of the old men explained: "His name is Wealth," he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, "He is Success, and I am Love." Then he added, "Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home."


The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. "How nice!!", he said. "Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!"


His wife disagreed. "My dear, why don't we invite Success?"


Their daughter-in- law was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!"


"Let us heed our daughter-in- law's advice," said the husband to his wife.

"Go out and invite Love to be our guest."

The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, "Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest."


Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got up and followed him. Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success: "I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?"


The old men replied together: "If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would've stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever He goes, we go with him. Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success!!!!! !"


MY WISH FOR YOU....
-Where there is pain, I wish you peace and mercy.
-Where there is self-doubting, I wish you a renewed confidence in your ability to work through it.
-Where there is tiredness, or exhaustion, I wish you understanding, patience, and renewed strength..
-Where there is fear, I wish you love, and courage.

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STORY I: TWO FRIENDS (part II)

continued............................

It has been ten years since Katherine and Radha met.The last time being at Radha's wedding.Katherine never gave the final exam,as she was too busy pursuing her dream to be a supermodel.Radha gave the exams and topped again but destiny took her elsewhere .She got married and never looked back to studies. Radha is now a mother and has an adoring boy.She now teaches at a primary school.Katherine has now become a successful model an is shooting for her first movie.She is very popular and the heartthrob of the nation.Every thing might look rosy to you from here but is it so............lets see...from now on you'll hear the story from Radha's perspective.......

I was returning from school after a long days work.Whoever said that teaching kids was easy was not a teacher for sure.Soham must have returned from school by now........and Shyam..............
Just when I thought I was almost home,the bus screeched to a halt.These traffic jams are getting on my nerves nowadays ,but wait this isn't any traffic signal,why are so many people crowding the streets.........."it's a shooting going on......."shouted the bus driver."are wo nayi heroini hai na Kathherine, usi ki shooting hain...".
Half the bus got emptied on hearing this.Who would miss the opportunity to see the next superstar live.Everybody would laugh at me if I say if made notes for her right through my schooling and college........life is funny for sure.
I never saw Katherine after my wedding. I tried to call her one or two times but either the network was busy or she was......whatever, our friendship was only till my wedding.
I thought lets have a look how she shoots........I can do that at least.Maybe she recognizes me and we could share few things,I didn't have much hopes though.So I got out of the bus and headed to where the shooting was going on.

Katherine looks like an angel now.I don't know whether it was her makeup or it was natural but it sure was eye catching.She was playing the role of a middle class housewife who was walking back home..........it's so funny.In a way she was playing me......and when I look at my simple cotton saree and her lavish costume..........so much for originality..........but wait ,why is looking towards me.........has she spotted me.......oh no,I can't meet her like this ......in a cotton saree and bag of vegetables.............no,I should leave now........

Just when I turned and started to walk away , someone shouted my name........"Radha.......Radha........."

I knew it was Kat but somehow tried to ignore her and kept walking........

"Radha,it's me Katherine.........where have you been for so long"

she said these words as if it was just yesterday we last met........I fumbled for words then I finally said........"Katherine......what a pleasant surprise..."I knew it was foolish.....I was watching her shoot and me telling her what a pleasant surprise......foolish....foolish.....foolish.......

Just when we were about to start with our whereabouts I say the whole Mumbai standing there staring at us whith teir big eyes.........."whats this cooton saree waali doing with this heroine"....they must have thought.I was feeling like digging a hole in the ground and burying myself there........why do these things always happen with me I thought....
Just then Katherine came to my rescue.She said "this place is becoming a bit crowded now .......lets go somewhere else and talk........."
These were pleasing words,I didn't say a word and just nodded for my approval.
It's strange how we were behaving so formally with each other.
"driver,gaadi nikalo........"she shouted.
Soon a lavish car came to us.I haven't seen such a car so closely forget sitting in it.
Katherine got in and said....."come in Radha......"
I reluctantly crawled inside this big car.
"Driver Olive chalo........,Olives fine na Radha?"
"ya ....ya"...Olives is a big restaurant where these big filmstars go.
A middle class house wife in cotton saree in Olives.......it just can't get better.
I was feeling so ashamed I can't tell you.....but I had no choice.
When you have a friend who is a superstar you just can't feel any better.Katherine was right.
"I wasted my life in a kitchen........................."


to be continued.......................................

STORY II: FIFTY RUPEES

Hello friends!!!!!this is one of the stories which is not written by me.
I actually got it in my mail and thought it would be good if I could share it with you all.

A small touching story mainly for professionals. ..

A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his
5-year old son waiting for him at the door.




SON: "Daddy, may I ask you a question?"


DAD: "Yeah sure, what is it?" replied the man.



SON: "Daddy, how much do you make an hour?"


DAD: "That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?"

the man said angrily.


SON: "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an

hour?"


DAD: "If you must know, I make Rs.100 an hour."


SON: "Oh," the little boy replied, with his head down.



SON: "Daddy, may I please borrow Rs.50?"

The father was furious, "If the only reason you asked that is so you

can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then
you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about

why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this
childish behavior."



The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.


The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little

boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some
money?


After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to

think: Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that
Rs.50 and he really didn't ask for money very often. The man went to

the door of the little boy's room and opened the door. "Are you asleep, son?" He asked.



"No daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy.


"I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier" said the

man.


"It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you.. Here's the

Rs.50 you asked for."


The little boy sat straight up, smiling. "Oh, thank you daddy!" He

yelled.


Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.
The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry

again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up
at his father.



"Why do you want more money if you already have some?" the father
grumbled.



"Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied.


"Daddy, I have Rs.100 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?



Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with
you."



The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he
begged for his forgiveness.



It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We
should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some

time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.


Do remember to share that Rs.100 worth of your time with someone you love.
If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily
replace us in a matter of days.

But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the
rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more
into work than to our family.

STORY I: TWO FRIENDS(part I)

Hello friends!!! here comes my first story.

This is a story of two friends Radha and Katherine. Radha and Katherine are two childhood friends.They have been to the same school and to the same college.Both of them were exactly opposing characters but yet they managed to be the bestest of friends.Radha has always been the conservative types who gave prime importance to values and culture.She was the best student of her time and topped whichever exam she appeared in.She used to dress up in complete Indian attire as she belonged to a very conservative family where wearing anything other than a salwar was a crime.This wasn't a problem for her as she was always comfortable in it and being fashionable was never her cup of tea and books and studies took up most of her time.She had loving parents and also a caring younger brother.Her family was not a very rich one but still they had no complaints.

Katherine was diametrically opposite in nature.She believed life was for fun.She dressed up everyday believing it is the prime requirement of every human being to look beautiful.According to her it was a crime to be without make up and branded clothes.Studies was a waste of time for her. Even a venomous snake seemed more charming to her than mathematics and science.She somehow managed to pass her exams ,thanks to Radha ofcource.Exams was one of the reasons why Radha was such a great friend of hers ,another reason was Radha was like family to her as she didn't have a family of her own.Her parents were separated and she lived with her father who was more on business tours than at his home.Katherine father was rich and an ATM machine for her .Money was all Katherine desired and got from her father.Radha was her only source of love and companionship. She was happy to have love and money both,so what if they were from different sources.



It was the final year of college.Both Radha and Katherine were in the same section, or rather Radha was in BCA and Katherine was in whichever section Radha was. Radha was as usual in the library completing notes for two students Katherine and herself.All of a sudden Katherine appeared......"do you know what he just said!!!!!".......Radha glanced at her and went back to what she was doing.....

"c'mon Radha, leave this bullshit studies for a moment ,I have more important news for you..."........

"Kat you know the exams are round the corner and I still haven't finished.....and you haven't started as yet........"

"c'mon Radha darling take a chill pill...,I have some important news for you......"

"please don't disturb me yaar......"

"....it's regarding Ryan....darling......"

Radha closed her books and steadied herself.That word Ryan made all her seriousness evaporate like water from washed clothes,she had a secret crush on Ryan which no one knew ,not even Katherine. Well it wasn't that surprising as almost every girl in college had a crush on him,as he was the so called hunk.He never gave Radha a second look as brains and simplicity is all what Radha had, and non of them interested Ryan.

"what,tell me......"

"Ryan,proposed to me......"

"what.....when......I mean how......"

It was not surprising that Ryan proposed Katherine.If Ryan was the hunk then Katherine was the TVS Scooty pep of college.So,this was bound to happen.

"yesterday when we went for the dinner n date....oh it was so romantic Radha I just can't explain........." said Katherine

"So,what was your reply........"Radha asked anxiously although she knew the answer....

"Ofcourse I said yes , what else should I do dumbo....."

"Congrats Kat....."

"What happened Radha you look awful....aren't you happy?"

"ya I am happy.....it's just that......never mind...."

"Radha tell me yaar....."

"Kat I am getting married..."

"What,are you nuts......what the fuck.........you haven't finished your studies yet.... and what about your carrer.........you were going to do you MCA after graduation right.....what about that....."Katherine was so angry as if she herself was getting married to an old man.

"try to understand Kat, I belong to a middle class family....I have a younger brother.....my father has some responsibilities.............."

"Responsibilities my foot ........you are the best student in this entire college......and you are going to spend the rest of your life in a bloody kitchen.......I want to talk to uncle....."

"no Kat I've already said yes......the marriage is soon after the exams ....the date is finalized......"

"what the fuck......your marriage date is finalized and you are telling me know......I thought we were friends Radha........and who are you going to marry?......Hrithik Roshan........"

Hrithik's name made thing lighter a bit.....

"No,Hes more handsome............"Radha said with a smile

"So I see , Radha doing kaho na pyar hai with Hrithik Roshan......
I just can't how you people do this arrange marriage stuff.......you studied so hard for this fucking twenty years just to marry a ..............by the why what does Mr Hrithik Roshan do other than dancing around trees?..."

"he works in a private firm and has a modest salary....."

"Ok Radha whatever you say ,but I believe you wasted a life......you could have easily had a great career....and earned millions........."

"Career is not the only thing in life Kat......you need to have a good family.....at the end of the family is what you live for.......,and I believe you said yes to Ryan,...so when are you people going to get married?"

"married....are you nuts you are telling the future supermodel of India to get married so soon............by,the way I forgot to tell you the second good news........I have been selected by a modeling agency for an aad campaign......"

"what?.....and what about your exams and what about Ryan?........"

"Exams are of least importance now......lets see if I get time.......and yes I am moving in with Ryan the next week......"

"Moving in......what do you mean by moving in......."

"well me and Ryan are going to live together now...........hes going to do his MBA and I am going to my modeling ....and both of us are going to have fun........"

"Kat you are very lucky I must say.........have you asked your father?"

"what father? I have no father.......you were my father........and secondly I have my own life and I'll decide how to live it......"

"ok, Kat whatever you say .........but you are going to attend my marriage right?...."

"Ofcourse darling.........abhi to Hrithik Roshan ko bhi dekhna hai........"

They both broke into a laughter, happy with their lives and whatever it had in store for them..............


to be continued...................................................................

FUNNY REVIEW FOR A FUNNY FILM............AAP KA SUROOR.

Now this going to be funny........,everyone is aware of this guy Himesh Reshammiya.......people have made fun of his songs,his singing ability , his style and almost everything which you can associate with him.....but this man came up with an idea which no one could have associated with him......he decided to act!!!!!!

you would be surprised to know that I among those few who actually watched his movie.......

when I find that so few people have actually watched this movie I feel like sharing this experience of mine....so here is a review of his first experiment of which I was a guinea pig......now that I have suffered I want you to suffer too.......

AAP KAA SUROOR – The Moviee

If a year and a half back someone told you Himesh Reshammiya is going to act in a movie that too in a lead role, you would have probably made arrangements for him in the mental asylum. But destiny speaks for itself. The man came, sang, and acted, danced that too with a cap and returned home with a super hit film.

AAP KA SUROOR was such an awaited movie just because of the lead pair. A television director turned musician turned singer turned actor with a fifteen something actress whom people remembered as a child artist in daily soaps.

The story starts of with the murder of a journalist who happens to be the daughter of some German official. The German media and police is flabbergasted and tracks down our poor hero as the accused…..it’s a MISTAAAAAAKE!!!!!!.

Ok,coming back to our hero, superstar HR who hails from India, is off to a month long concert tour in Germany where he gets a huge security cover with stylish cars…….only the producer and God knows why!!!.in no time his concert becomes a hit……expected!!.He gets hold of a beautiful secretary, sings songs with her, and eventually falls in love. given the speed they fall in love, the daddy of the secretary is worried and refuses to their marriage even before they ask for it…..poor chap. but our hero is determined to get his girl, so he jumps into the scene, sings a beautiful song, dances like wood…….and eureka, daddy is ready in no time……god bless this daddy.

In middle of all this there is a lawyer who falls in love with our hero…also happens to sing a hip shaking song with him. But our hero is in SACHHA PYAR with our heroine so disaster strikes…anyways lets move on.

Now HR is dumped in the jail, accused of murder. He is clueless whether he actually murdered her or not. To make sure he escapes from the jail in no time. The media flashes pictures of a sting operation which more or less proves he is guilty..........it’s a MISTAAAAKE AGAIN!!!

Our heroines daddy gets angry and decides to marry her off to someone else……….what’s the hurry daddy??????.So our hero decides to prove he is innocent and starts of by singing a good quality nasal song in beautiful outdoor locations. later he realizes he has been framed by the very bald person who organized the tour (he is a cross between a villain and a comedian).so he hunts him down, gets proofs against him in no time and manages to prove his innocence seconds before the heroine is married off……..such a nail biting finish, a second more and she was gone.

Heroine’s daddy calls off the marriage and decides to get her married to HR again……now please don’t call this off again...phew!!!. Eventually the hero and heroine live happily ever after singing billions of nasal songs!!!!

The film was very stylishly presented but the screenplay was a let down. The director is new and has a lot of ground to cover. From the acting point of view, Himesh despite being wooden does well to show some emotions, the actress is a natural talent.Mallika Sherawat does well with the tiniest of role ever possible and not to forget the hero’s friend Farookh, who does a good job of a comedian.

Overall the film was a nice way for Himesh to begin his acting career. The music was good and hummable…………so best of luck himesh, you have a lot to achieve. As you say “kabhi kisi ko mukkammil jahan nahi milta”.

IPL and the Indian cricket....

Hello friends!!!! here I am amidst you sharing my first official post regarding something.
ok i know this was supposed to be a story telling blog n all,but its not my fault ,
the examinations are on.....so i will not be able to come up with any story stuff for few more days!!!!!!but till then what i can do is discuss on few other things like IPL and Indian cricketfor instance.........

I know by now you would have got enough of this IPL stuff but this thing never bores anyone.......so what the heck...
The million dollar question is did we gain anything from IPL?????
the obvious answer would be millions of dollars ...............and of course unearthing of local talent.
yes money wise bcci has always been far better than other boards and after this it even got bigger...it has almost become a monster of sorts.....only from ipl it was able to churn up so much money that the Indian government's proposed budget for sports looks like a formality.
many people think think that the ipl has proved that the Aussies are still the best in world cricket!!!! as the winning team was lead by an Aussie ...........but i would beg to differ on this front.
ok Jaipur's success was in a way due to Warne's leadership...but why do we forget that Warne is an Aussie of the past era.........this is the modern era in world cricket an we really need to thing what the current Australian players have done in the tournament and were the any better than their Indian counterparts......even Jaipur could manage a victory on the very last ball........they were not the one sided winners.....they had to toil hard.......and who knows if parthiv patel had not given away that run they could have lost even..........

many people would say, so what...........Watson is the man of the tournament.....and Shaun marsh the orange cap owner................
to this i can only say that gautam gambhir and rohit sharma held the orange cap for a longer period of time.......i wouldn't have been surprised if Hyderabad has done a little well and advanced to the latter stages of the tournament rohit sharma or gautum gambhir could have held it till the end.
just imagine Rohit Sharma a mere youngster with player like Gilchrist and Gibbs in his team still fared better...........even Venugopal did better than Gibbs and Afridi.

yes Shaun marsh has been a revelation of sorts , and if the Australian board manages him well and is given the right opportunities he would certainly be a world beater.........

Watson's success has been good but the performance of Yusuf was simply superb too........
the whole of Jaipur was doing good so their premier all rounders had to do good...
i would say Yusuf has the capacity to become the next Chris Gayle for Indian cricket especially in the shorter and shortest versions of the game........with his accurate line and length bowling and great hitting abilities he is just the kind of man the doctor ordered for the Indian team.........


finally the ipl also proved that Dhoni as a leader has the capability to challenge the very best in cricket and even push them to the last ball........so we can say that Indian cricket is in the hand of a good captain........and with his calm and composed methods hes truly going to take Indian cricket to the next level.............sometimes he even reminds me of the good old days of Sourav Ganguly............and he has something which Ganguly never had in his team .............a pool of good fast bowlers............he struggled to get fast bowlers.......somehow he managed with only Zaheer khan and a one footed Nehra.........but now we have the likes of ishant sharma, shreeshant who are true blooded fast bowlers.......and RP Singh and Munaf Patel who rely on swing......and Irfan Pathan with his vicious cutters........and to top it all we even have the likes of Zaheer and Agarkar with their experience...............
the pool of bowlers have really grown for india. and to top it all indian cricket has also churned up some quality alrounders like irfan and dhoni himself as a batsman wicketkeeper...........

so all i can say is that the Indian cricket has grown considerably and is going to grow in future too..........gone are the days of one sided Aussie dominance..........india has finally arrived.
cheers!!!