A bald guy seating on the golden throne in Armani suit and you can see glimpse of the BMW X3 series standing just behind him.

Few decades ago, there lives a small guy fighting the big guy and getting beaten and bruised, for each 5 jabs he gives back 1 jab but stands his ground. The small guy has a family …..big but quite, influential but   no-one wielding power or shield.

Rachit is the name; meant invention and he justified it every day, he found ways to fight a war with life.

Rachit was a simpleton; he liked to walk…so every day he walked a little and wandered in the hinterland. Then late evening, all neighbors start looking for him because they knew Rachit has walked too far and then you find him still walking or seating besides road; pressing his own little legs to relieve the pain.

Then who knew he will walk that far.

Small town Ranchi boy started studying in DAV Shyamali. Study too was a walk, tight rope walk. He was sincere and gave his best but always stood second.

They were going to Aurangabad as Boy Scout; it was a 3 hour journey by train. The train was crowded; he bended his left hand, got in the handicapped coach, travelled seating on the royal seat. Rest of the Boy Scout travelled cramped in the General compartment, standing on one feat. The boy had learnt to walk and life taught him to take short cuts.

A chance and he flew to biggest town of the country to study with Uncle. The god snatches one thing and gives back three things. He had poverty to live with, but god gave him sharp eyes and a mind to reckon with.

He stood his ground and became a man….not a real man though.

World knew him as a man but he knew he has to earn his manhood…by virtue of being born in male gender; he couldn’t have been called a man.

Big bang theory guided him into the golden path. 2001 dot com bubble busted and companies started downing their shutter. Rachit has held his cards tightly to the chest; he started servicing companies who needed the service at a lesser cost.

After 8 years:

Rachit did play well and is working on a senior position in a MNC. Rachit is 35, married but not together, no friends and away from family. He never really cared for anything but his goal; he never believed in luck or what god has written for him, rewrote his life but forgot that he has a wife and people who would care to see him smile……even if it meant with less physical things around him.

After 20 Years:

A bald guy seating on the golden throne in Armani suit and you can see glimpse of the BMW X3 series standing just behind him………looking into zero with no one to rule, no one to laugh with, no one to cry with and no-one to see the throne….he was his own bhasmasur.

    I Dedicate this to Prasad Kolachana and Kelley Varas; both of you make me feel like a falcon of Gold...... 

    I rise to the crescent moon to the seven stars.

    Beyond history and men,

    Beyond the numbers and words that bind us.

    From the earth

    I rise like a falcon of gold released from a blue egg.

    I fly above and below the great worlds.

    I take the shape of a young boy working.

    I my belly I carry the seed that becomes me.

    Praise the corn that rots and the sedge that rises.

    Praise the emerald heart of earth.

    Praise the coming and going of creatures, the constancy of the world.

    I come from light and to light I return.

    My talons grasp the ring of colors: the gold beak of dawn,

    the blue eyes of day, the deep red blood of dusk.

    I rise .

    In truth I burst on the world like an arrow flung from darkness,

    sparks of fire from my forehead like burning stars streak the sky.

    I gather myself, thought and bone, and burst into flight.

    I soar and know the god who speaks with the voice of flame.

    I am one of the great ones sitting in a field of corn.

    I eat and I am nourished.

    In turn I offer myself, the bread of air, the white spirit of fire.

    I am a falcon of gold.

    I burn with passion and lie still

    I flare and smolder, live and die in a breath.

    I sail on gold wings that fan the breeze.

    I am consumed by fire.

    This is what I am born to:

    To live, to love, to know, to change and embrace the infinite.

    I shall not forget my becoming.

I saw Yayati on TV….he was speaking on Gay rights with unmistakable passion; it seems he was Gay from last 5-6 births.

However, remembering our college days I can bet my kidney that he can’t be….good old college days.

 Yayati walked in the college and was surrounded by seniors for ragging..he was bundled along with poonam and shashi to Canteen. Robert was serving not so yummy samose and pepsi. All juniors were instructed to drink water from drum with the promise that if they can empty it by drinking, they will not be ragged again. He was drinking water and looking at surd’s girl…that woz college rose queen Reet, 1 year senior to him. He emptied the whole drum by inviting all juniors and thereby ensuring that no junior is ragged again…people knew they have a leader.

At every given or not given opportunity he ogled at Reet…his prayers worked and Reet failed the semester in 5 subjects and had to continue in the same class as Yayati. He was a born leader, always ruled the college with his left thumb; fought for everybody and in turn got a standing ovation. He gave respect to all and thought world is full of good people...no one is bad.

He was good in studies, better in fights and has a lot of fatherly money...he never drank a drop of alcohol but had a bar at his home for friends. Many girls vied for his attention, some tried wooing him and whoever thought less of themselves tied rakhi to him. Reet got closer to him and proposed him on last day of second year. He was on moon and that’s how their love story began.

3 years jump......

Yayati passed with first class and Reet failed in final year..once again.

Reet was from same caste, same state but born and brought up in Bombay….white color accepts all colors and so did Reet. By Accepting good and bad of Bombay she got included into a category called bombayittes. Yayati birth color was black; he was ready to accept colors but was not willing to let anybody change him into someone else.

They both loved each other  as if there was no tomorrow…he loved her soul but she was trained not to let anybody touch her soul…she taught him to love body. She loved the security, the money, the car and the care but she always craved for a rough devil man...It was uber cool.

Yayati worked with Indiapassion.com [3 X porn website] as a professional hacker, who used to test their system’s preparedness through hacking techniques. While traveling back home, he saw a couple drenched in love and that made him aware of this fact that despite being in relationship…he has been missing on so many things in life.

Next day, he was home….prepared food, ordered wine and the music….the ambience was ready... now comes the turn of lady. He knew every evening 7’O clock Reet was online, chatting with his brother [who worked in some geeky company in Australia].

Yayati wanted to send an email to Reet from her own account and surprise her so he hacked into her yahoo account, however life can surprise you for any untimely attempts and it did. First email in the inbox said…”muaaah love you janeman”. He clicked on it with the mouse, mouse was breathing his last as it could feel the paw and teeth of cat….the content of message was romantic…it was an email from Dhritiman..the mouse has won and cat died. He saw many such messages in inbox and sent items...he was lifeless.

9 years later....

His friends and family chipped in and brought him back on his feet. He learnt a lesson the world has two types of people...good and bad.

He is working as AVP in a MNC; doing well to himself and people are proud of him.

He saw a girl and kind of liked her; those 9 years were really mean [callous]. Years of not being with a girl has brought a strange change in him, he never got excited seeing a girl. Whenever he looked at a girl, he could see Reet and that always meant never seeing that girl again.

However this time it was different, he felt pleasant looking at Mugdha; they started talking and were inseparable in a month time. Life of a recluse and boxing of emotions over the years, brought so much of passions at one go that Mugdha dint know how to treasure so much of love.

Mugdha was loved before by various men and one thing was common in those 17 encounters… sexually active life. Her soul was not touched and this man was constantly trying to reach where nobody dared to traverse.  9 short months of love…Yayati had an apple and Mugdha could identify with Eve, they got physically active and that brought bad air in the love palace.

A plain love and 100% dedication can be boring as the day you are sure of something…who cares a dam duck [duck is 75% obscene word]. Mugdha has always seen guys going extra length for bedding her but she couldn’t feel the difference. This time somebody was trying to woo her for life so he has other 40 years to spend with, he was going slow as he wanted to grow old with her. It was like getting 10000 rupees to spend on a girl…he was going slowly however others knew the trick. They spent 10000 rupees on a girl and moved on to another so that they can claim another 10000 from their father or not father.

 Soon Mugdha was back where she belongs to; she was not too simply used to life of love and only love, she was looking for excitement. She started looking around and interacting.

When you are in love, all other senses and feelings take a back seat. Back seat does not mean it can never come to front and that’s what happens … Yayati could felt something wrong but he dint know what.

Yayati overheard a communication, which he was not supposed to and world turned flat. Despite having a halogen back home, someone was searching for a candle. This made his mistake go two fold…mistake square...wronged in love.

Yayati was not revengeful but this time he took revenge from womankind …. He turned gay and ensured that women folk have one less nice man to make love with...now all Reet and Mugdhas of this world will have to slay their own dragons..

Committed

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Smell of hookah, lots of smoke, navel rings, ear deafening Trans and Metal music, beautiful faces, smooches and sensual touches…..this was Hawaiian shack, a pub. Neha was dancing and swirling across the 3^rd floor, tracing out arcs of energetic rhythm. Shakira and her hips were not lying…and neither was the mood, 5 friends in upbeat mood, cheering each other and dancing their heart out. They proceeded to bar, salt in one hand and lemon in another and bottoms up tequila shots, 5 each. Some more music, some more drinks….after that they needed some support to dance, Avinash readily supported her by placing hands on waist. When you are having best time of your life with people whom you like….hand is known to slide, while dancing on INGRID MICHAELSON "The Way I Am". She was losing herself, when suddenly she saw the guy and he was Avinash not Madan.

Neha, Avinash, Manish, Mushin and Pooja, all were colleagues from Voltas India and were celebrating FFO i.e. First Friday Outside.

Neha Madan, Female, 23 years in official records, Kuhu by family & friends, heartless by public; these were the few adjectives, she was always known as. Neha drives a Maruti Zen, dates a simpleton called Madan Gulati and works as PRO in Voltas India.

Neha was born and brought up in Bombay and was always kind of bindaas. Bombay brings a lot of insanity along with the upbringing and bombayittes always love this long lost charm of small towns & simplicity. Madan was a simple guy who wore slippers and specs to college; when a gang of guys comes in fancy cloths and lot of cologne, just to impress you…you get used to it but you also miss the natural ones. And Neha was used to all the big talks but she was not used to simple talks and all the respect, which Madan used to carry. Madan was above average in studies, gave her notes to copy, never complimented her on beauty and always looked at her through corner of his eyes… he was “take him to mamma” kind of boy. There was an air of ‘simplicity-meets-boyishness-meets-different’ and she loved it.  She knew he was smitten by her but also knew he will never be able to give words to his feelings so she took the lead and made him confess.

Time passed by, they graduated, joined different companies but always found some time for each other and they were enjoying it. Avinash was the one to take lead and inform his family about Neha and both the families agreed for the alliance, condition to their settling down professionally.

Come Feb’2010; they have completed 8 years of courtship and are just 4 months away from marriage. Now things have changed a bit, Madan behaves more like a husband and Neha like any other girlfriend.

Madan works in a semi-government bank as a manager, where 70% of the population was under ‘you blink and I die’ category and rest 29% are after going home early types. His public bank organizes early going to home opportunity and right to strike. Neha works in a young company where average employee age is 25 years. As part of her job profile; her company offers a lot of lunches, dinners and social do’s.

Both had a different level of exposure in their after love life, Madan remained a small town boy whereas Neha experienced a higher level of exposure unintentionally.

Albeit she liked the simpleton behavior of Madan but she has grown up listening to MLTR, Venga boys & all the English bands and Madan was simply not interested in pop, rock or metal music. She liked being in his arms but she also liked dancing in a club…for her it was a way of living life to the fullest.

Neha and Madan both has experienced same type of feelings with different level of intensity…from last 1 year, there were differences cropping up and they felt things have changed a bit from the day they started dating. Sometimes Madan found Payal more understanding than Neha whereas Neha thought Avinash is of her type. However things were still not lost, they still loved each other; sometimes just because they were together for 8 years, sometimes because they were getting married in few months and sometimes because their families were meeting …….. they had stopped loving each other but they loved each other for the reasons and the reason was not love.

2 months to marriage and Madan started spending some more time at office and with Payal whereas visits to CCD, McDonalds and Hard rock café by Neha & friends increased too. They both knew their limits; both knew they are getting married but still laying their hands on fire.

They were aware of happenings but it was simply uncontrollable...or maybe they dint wanted to control it.

Come 7^th May, 1 month to go…. Things were approaching make or break but unaware of the changes…families were busy preparing for marriage, marriage invitations were being sent to relatives.

Madan took Payal out for lunch and came back unimpressed with her manners, social etiquettes. He remembered Neha and he knew what he was missing; she had made him a man he is.

Avinash took Neha spinning out on the bike and then for a small do; what Neha saw there was not something she liked…Avinash took grass, shared exhaustive details of his prior affairs and playboy days. Neha knew inside her heart, she is getting a firsthand man but was running behind a second hand loser.

8^th May, 30 days to go…Neha and Madan met, lost in each other but found themselves…..it was not a date but it was a meeting of 2 souls, who were meant to be together for life.

Huf huf….and heavy breathing, noise of treadmill and smell of sweat & iron. This is the definition of the place as per , where svelte figure Nayna runs on 3^rd treadmill. Why 3^rd? ….arrrrr….because it’s a corner and she enjoys sweet nothings with the trainer Yogesh.

Let me introduce you to characters in the story:

Nayna: 21, MBA, Investment banker, JP Morgan

Aditya: 24, Medical Scientist, ICMR

Prologue

Nerdish Boy and sweet girl literally growing together in middle class neighborhood. ‘Bride & groom’ game in child life, didn’t take much effort to translate into real life. They knew each other, liked each other and had seen through ups and downs.

Nayna studied to become a banker and Aditya completed his science studies and started working as a Medical Scientist at ICMR. Nayna who was a simple middle class girl with no taste of lipstick, make up kits; had to start it all because she was working with Investment banking arm to keep up with her image. Aditya was nerdish and had to remain nerdish because of his job as a scientist. If you look cool, you can be a model not scientist…that’s how you define them in India. Some people, who pretend to be intellect, apply a lot of oil and wear nerdy specs…but thankfully Adi didn’t overdo it and he was presentable and well behaved man.

Good behavior and beautiful wife is a deadly combination and it paid in terms of rishi…a sweet little cute child.

1 year before present

As a part of corporate wellness programme, Nayna was gifted an annual gym package. Initially she was tired and never wanted to go but encouragement & constant praises from Aditya made her go gym regularly. When she saw the before and after images, vital stats of herself…she was glad and proud of herself.  

Lioness had tested human blood and slowly she started comparing 4-8 packs of gym junta with single pack of Aditya. The comparison engine continued working whenever she visited hair salon or any happening do with or without Aditya.

Re launching characters

Nayna: 27, MBA (Married but Available), 34” / 27” / 35”

Aditya: 30, Medical Scientist, ICMR, 36” waist, receding hairline

Yogesh: 21, 12^th pass, Trainer at Moksha Gym, Athlete body

She met Yogesh, a 12^th pass or fail trainer with access to human body, licensed to touch. He saw dada kondke movies, read crude stories…and sometimes to try something new, crudeness attracts... it started. He wanted to touch and see how a reach girl looks like; she wanted to be touched, to see how an athlete body feels like. When you are deprived of some things, you long for it and are not concerned about consequences.

Aditya was himself, a caring & loving husband; he has reached a senior position and needed to require more time at work.

Nayna started meeting Yogesh outside, he took her to small joints, shoddy corners and she liked it, because it was an unknown territory. It was a blessing in disguise because even if she wanted, yogesh was not presentable to be taken into social dos and it was always a danger that somebody will see through it. With Aditya around, she never had to pay a bill and here she was footing all the checks so she was feeling good about it too. When you have grown under a banyan tree and suddenly everything goes and u get opportunity to grow at best pace….she was contemplating being with yogesh forever.

Present

Aditya was going to New York to attend some medical seminar; he insisted she must accompany and she followed suit as such she needed some time to decide the future course of action. The compliments from fellow passengers and glances from strangers were enough to tell her, she was looking good whereas Aditya was ok.

She thought about it, decided about future course of action to be taken back India and slept. It was a best evening out for her, Aditya was his jovial self, poured her a glass of sparkling wine, took her to have sushi, presented her a nice Armani dress, she has always longed for.

Morning 7 am, Aditya was out, gave her a bunch of flowers and told her to be ready as they had to leave for some ceremony.

The reached venue by 8:30 am and when they got down from limousine, flash bulbs were going crazy…she was lost in her own thoughts….her own beauty and admirers. But she was dazzled by seeing so big a crowd.

When Aditya was called on the stage, she came to know who he was married to. Aditya has invented a Chromosome jumping coupled with genomic DNA technique, which was helpful in reversing the human age by 10 years, improving the receding hairline by 70% and making the human body proportionate and ideal.

More flashbulbs followed, he called Nayna to receive the award with him and dedicated his invention to her. Just after the award ceremony, there was ‘Meet the Press’ initiative and questions followed:

Press: What made you invent this technique?

Aditya: My wife. She used to work out and cry in pain, I love her so much and thought of making her job easier.

Press: What will you name this invention?

Aditya: I am dedicating this invention to my lovely wife, Nayna so it will be named after Nayna.

Press to Nayna: Since you look younger to Aditya and he is showing signs of aging, do you want Aditya to use this invention to look 10 years younger?

Nayna: No. Time we have spent together was and is beautiful and immortal…I want nothing of it to go away.

One tear left the corners of Nayna’s eye and lost his way on the hand of Aditya, he was holding her in his arms and smiling…and she was proud to be back.

She was walking on the tar road; her eyes were filled with rage, fists tight and pounding heart. She has just won the war and took bloody revenge. She was Prajna, a cute girl in her twenties. She was walking away from her past, unsure of her future, because of her present. The black tar road was alike to her black past…. she was running away from past and now the tar road; more she wanted to forget her past, more it was trying to catch up with her, just like the tar road.

Prajna was studying to become a biotech graduate; she wanted to be a micro biologist and play with micro organisms’. Theirs was a small family, consists of her elderly parents and motherly sis, Priyanka.

The only earning brother was killed in war between India & Pakistan, over a stupid hill. The land on the hill is barren, deserted and without any population and it was trying to pass on its characteristics to humans, who were fighting for it.

The death caused in war was the life turning experience for the family. Mother died of shock, father wanted to be there too, but Yamraj seeing his two pretty daughters, refused to take him in. Priyanka had to take a job in a jeweler shop to prove Darwin’s theory “Survival of the Fittest”

Life was again getting back on track, Priyanka doing a fine job as a Jewelry designer, Prajna studying to be a microbiologist and the father trying to walk after the paralytic heart attack. Then suddenly God unveiled the hidden plan to enrich their lives.

Priyanka hanged herself with a swollen belly; it was not the fat accumulated by McBurger but there was a human life inside, the most beautiful creation a man can create. The beautiful creation becomes the ugliest creation, if the father disowns the mother. She was going around with her employer. Father wanted to be hanged too but his legs were not supportive enough. At last his balcony, which was mostly used for drying cloths….came to his help; and he did not cry while falling down from 7^th floor.

Prajna could not fight with Pakistanis last time but this time she was not ready to take things lying down; she was ready to fight, ready for revenge. She left her masters mid way, got into one of the biggest Jewelry Institute and started working on a plan to get even with her sis employer. One day, she felt a sharpening pain in the head and felled down; was taken to hospital. And when she woke up in her senses, she got Turn # 124 of her life; was told, she was HIV positive. It seemed to her that revenge will not be complete in her short span of lifetime. Indian law prohibits disclosure of patient’s AIDS status without consent, so she could afford the anonymous tag.

She bagged the most coveted job of jewelry designer with Narotamdas Jewelers; in few days time, she was epitome of Seth Narotamdas…mostly because of her curved body, polished communication and wicked style.

As usual, Seth’s wife was out and Narotamdas forgot some precious stones at store, he called up and wanted a real diamond to carry the stones to his home to be delivered by hand…and this time real diamond was Prajna.

Precious stones were delivered but hands which delivered them were beautiful too and beauty needs to be appreciated. Narotamdas started appreciating her beauty in his own style and Prajna was party to the crime. Seth Narotamdas, who was unable to do it, was able to do it and he wanted more….Prajna started laughing.  Next 2 sentences were death nails for Narotamdas.

Prajna: 2 truths for you, one Priyanka was my elder sister and second, I am HIV+

She enjoyed the pale look of Narotamdas and walked out from his Malabar hill home.

 She reached home; saw a thick brown envelope lying at the door from “Jupiter Diagnostic”. She sat on the sofa, switched on the TV and opened it with heavy heart and read

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Accept our sincere apologies from heart

We have detected some machine problems and that caused faulty detection of HIV+ in several of our patients. We are happy to inform you that your samples were tested at AIMS and you are not HIV+

Warm Regards,

Kedar  Betgeri

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She reached for sleeping pills bottle, took all of them, gulped down with water and with faint senses, heard famous news reader Amit Gupta on AajTak “Breaking News: Seth Narotamdas committed suicide by hanging himself”

She saw the watch and it was 2'O clock and date showed 14th Dec'09; now she remembered the sleeping pills bottle had only 3 pills and it was exactly 17 hours after the incident, she woke up....a smile came to her dry lips, which was a tribute to her family.

In the school they said, write what you wanted to be in your life.She came with a big blank paper and a 5 letter word 'HAPPY'. Ms. Raima said i think u didnt understood the assignment and everyone heard her "You dont understand the life"

Now you must be wondering to know more about her, where is she,what she did,is she happy after a good 23 years.

Let me take you back to eighties when dharmendra and dev anand were everywhere and we were at Bokaro. A girl and a boy and many other boys and many other girls....she was never an epitome of our group, she was a bit boyish, a bit outgoing and to say the truth she was more forthcoming and mature than all of us. At that time, we never knew 'Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus'....we thought we all belong to this mother of all planets, earth and Bokaro was the whole earth for us.

She was a golden girl because whenever we didn’t do our homework, we copied from her, whenever we did something wrong, she owned the responsibility……she always felt happy when we ate her lunch…we loved her heart shaped golden pendant……I used to touch it and love the touch.

We saw so many pictures, publicly screened by Bokaro Steel Plant authorities but we knew they were not from our planet and they really looked different with so perfect screen presence.

So, lets go back to the story....priyanka did well in studies,so did we.Just like good fellows, we bid good bye to each other and flew in different directions....i did engineering,prakash did biotech, sarla got into medicals and priyanka got into speach therapy. I know a speach therapist story among all those doctors,engineers and management looks weird, but life do have weird ways to teach you and mind you….. speach is most important aspect of human existence.

We got busy in our own worlds, far away from each other and not aware of each others existence.

Now our story has to take a turn and as they say "chhoti si yeh duniya, anjane raste hain..tum kahin to miloge, kabhi to miloge.........toh puchhenge baat "  and I met priyanka at shimla airport about 4 years ago, she was with a guy on wheel chair, crippled guy with or without movement. I was getting late for my tech conference and was the lead speaker so just exchanged our numbers and got going.

The conference was fine, people appreciated and jotted down management lessons i shared with them but to say truly........i was still thinking about priyanka and dat guy on wheel chair. Way back, Kamlesh had told me about priyanka's affair with Rohit...she was good, he was a gem and i heard he also gifted her a 32 Carat potato sized diamond ring on her Birthday. She was always a girl of dreams...she had heard it all; para gliding,go karting and bungy jumping....and at that age, we knew non of them.When kamlesh asked me about bungy jumping, i could only tell them about the one i did; wearing my elder brother's baggy green pants and jumping from 6' high boundry wall,when my father was chasing me for a pretty bad score card.

To worsen the situation in Shimla, snow gained muscles, turned into heavy snow and started falling everywhere; consequently all flights and connecting routes got closed....in a nutshell for 10 days i had to remain in shimla. I did prepare some slides and posted some nice pictures on my blog but in a day or two....slow internet connection and boring routine made me contemplate suicide. 

When life bores, we look for friends and i could see one of my school friend in form of a visiting card,lying on the table. It read "Priyanka Mukhorjee,CEO-Akash Bangla " . In eastern India Akash Bangla was a leading channel.I tried calling her but to no avail..line was dead like hell. I decided to take a walk and may be drop in at Priyanka's address.

I had to take a long stroll as it was snow, snow and all snow. It was a old bunglaw and had to bang umpteem times to see it open. And here at the gate, a different priyanka sans her non chalant voice was standing,.....she looked a godess of sacrifice(weird imaginitation....mind can paint anyone red).

There was nobody home, it was a big house with 1 servant and my friend priyanka with crippled guy.

She was still intelligent though,made me do away with my rinsed fur coat and had me seated near to bone fire; by that time i had renamed our crippled guy....Bone.

I was self invited guest at lunch,surprisingly a veg affair;priyanka the self pledged 'will not start day without chicken' eating veg gave immense pleasure to a pure veggie like me.

The crippled guy had to take rest so servant took him away. P looked at my question filled eyes and 'i know you have quite a few questions'.

She has to marry someone else,at the behest of her dying father and crying mother. Ranjon Mukhorjee was not a bad man but she missed rohit like hell. She was not used to gentle care & unconditioned love and that made him different from her childhood sweetheart's ways of violent & passionate love.

Ranjon was a trainee pilot and he always pushed air baby to full throttle to quest his thurst of speed. He was good, brave and couragious that made him a good fighter and in turn got pushed to all corners to fight the battle. In one such insurgency fights in sri lanka, LTTE shot down his MIG13.....he tried reasoning with the mean machine but to no avail....his legs were numb and when Ranjon crashed on the rocks, his legs could not take the load of body. When he woke up, the 'body to die for' had turned to 'near dead body'....and thereon he was responsibility of Priynka.

 P was not yet settled into the married life and this casualty took a toll on her. Ranjon was the only son of his dead parents; so she has to look after him. Ranjon’s family also owned Akash Bengla TV Channel so she has to also take care of family business. To her surprise, She met Rohit, who was working as Marketing Head. Rohit knew the conditions, bumped into her house, wanted to embrace her and follow him leaving everything right there.

Although P didn’t liked Ranjon so much, could not find a reason to stay with him but leaving him like that’s was not acceptable to her golden heart……so next day Rohit was fired.

She wanted to research for some medical advances and when I contacted my other school mates; it was pretty easy. Shantanu was in Michigan and he was into medical.

The history was made, we all pooled together and gave them time of a life……and a healthy and active Ranjon.

I Reached Shimla………..we friends had a great time, Ranjon and P were great host. They gave each of us a momento……when I opened the packet in the flight, it was a golden heart pendant….seems like a piece of her heart.  

by Amit Gupta

Continued from previous post [after coming back from Ranchi]:

Management type 006: tough nut

 This type of management people are very straight forward and demand action at their nod. They tend to get to the interior type of problems and find you playing with them. So guyz, be aware if you are delaying something or you are the reason behind some problem…….you will be under fire. 

They may look casual and easy to approach but they are very tough nut to crack. 

Management type 007: James Bond

 Management type 007 does resemble James Bond not just because they share the lucky number but because they are master of all trades. They have an opinion for everything and anything on this earth and they love to poke their bloody nose in all directions. 

Although this management type can do justice with every task given to them because of their vast resources and learning capability however flip side is they scratch everyone so everybody is looking for opportunity to have a go at him/her. Be aware, they have a license to kill. 

Management type 008: Creative Intellect

 They are known as intellects and generally from creamy educational institutes and acts as a showcase for organization. They do have fancy degrees and fancy posts but in reality they never have the power.

Upper stanza of management uses them to hide their original self. They are involved in creative work which does not benefit anyone but gives a reason to him to be occupied. 

Management Type 009: Intellect multiplied by 10

 This management type of people is intellect multiplied by 10 and outspoken. Here “Outspoken” means speaking even outside their periphery and keep speaking till everyone says “enough is enough” but this type of management is hired for internal entertainment and punishment to client …..So you can’t really help yourself.

If you are working under this type of guy, your chances of being busy are more …look pre-occupied in some serious stuff and you will be epitome of organization in his eyes.  

Management Type 010: Good for nothing

 This Management type of people are typical managers, they don’t work but believe in torturing you so that you work for them. You will always find them roaming with folded hands and standing just behind you when you opened your personal emails. 

They will always find excuses to make you do their work and show gratitude for things , they have never done for you. 

Management type 011: subject experts

 They are in management because they were never comfortable in their core areas so they enter management. Although their intentions are sincere, but un-intentionally some or the other damage happens.

You will find them getting into various discussions but results…who the heck invented this word. Nepolean didn’t had IMPOSSIBLE, he does not have RESULT.. Help save my friends from these all type of management people….help India. 

This was written for fun and I hope you don’t associate yourself from any of these and think it’s inspired by you.

 I take this opportunity to thank none of you, who read this, because it’s not inspired by you.  

Other than writing this crticism, I also work as Search Engine Optimization expert and my SEO work will not give you any area to criticise. [Amit Gupta SEO]

Long time……. NO C...directly M.

Yes, this was such a long period ... although I wrote 3 stories but postponed their blog birth because some people who know they suck, they heard about it and was upset to know that secret is out on the street.

Anyways, I have so many friends from management background and vice versa, so decided to devote my 5 days blog entry to them. People write so much about geeks, nerds and socially deprived software people however we tend to keep Management aside, for abuses after appraisal and for jokes in lunchtime.

History will remember me; I gave them a chance to be recognized….so be a part of history.

Before starting, let me take this opportunity to deny that it’s inspired from any of my management friends….this is a non management view of Management. I want you folks to read it, decide which types are you and let me know by your kind comments…phone calls strictly from beautiful management people. Say no to DOSTANA.

Management Type 001: Born Leaders

They are sincere, committed and light hearted; share their trade secrets with you. This type of management loves their job and backs their team to the tilt. They want you to learn everything and never fail on your deadline.

They are simply adorable but can’t handle criticism because according to their memory, they invented all that is good around them and take ownership of the “Perfect” word. They are very demanding too so if you are a thick skinned employee; your days are numbered.

Management Type 002: Silent Leaders