Will Patna ever be able to own an IPL franchisee….


IPL as written is just taken as a mirror to showcase the inner view of the much hoopla about this city advancing its assets by leaps and bounds.

So for me personally the question remains “Is the city really developing? ”.  Last time the city had hosted an international fixture was way too long ago with kind of un-smoothe going. Even the states have started  having possession of multiple franchisees. But as far as i can see with zero infrastructural advancement visible how is it possible for some magnate to buy a team for the state. The only sphere in which the states has been able to produce bigwigs is the politics. And leave behind the case of buying an IPL representation they have not been able to shell out a penny for all the masses who have powered to positions they hold.  These assholes can shell out huge sums for arranging rallies across the states for creating divides among those same masses based on cultural or religious lines. Why the fuck they cant concentrate on the developmental work as they pledge out while taking oaths for the big positions in the central or state cabinets? Even if they use the public funds to buy IPL team for the state i am sure the team name would be PATNA POLITICOS. Lol…

Anyway this would mean deviating away from the things and the issues that come out when you read between the IPL lines if i go on cursing them for the Yuck they have made out of a gem province.

The thing is that no renowned face would ever buy the thing for us.Why would they when it take fucking ten years to complete some project here then another ten just to come out of the controversies related and do the inauguration.

Okay if i have been boring you people in this text hear is some fun added to it just for you guys.  Also it would be kind of pun as it would bring out some sense.

Many of us would have watched the match that was played between Mumbai Indians and Chennai Super Kings.  There were many bolly-starlets in the stands to cheer for their team. Mainly visible to me as far as i could see were Farhan Akhtar, Geeta Basra, Arjun Rampal,Kunal Kapoor and many more. Imagine a team of our state playing on its home turf in the Moin-ul-Haq stadium.

Let the team be PATNA POLITICOS. Then the in the celeb stands the people there to support the home team would be the famous who’s who. Cheering the the team would be the Laloos, the Paswans, the Nitishes and other mafias. As imaginable with the location of the stadium sand-witched between the politicos and the mafias there would be a huge mass of misled students who’s immense enthusiasm has never been tapped to end up with something constructive but has always been pioneered in some kind of wrongdoing. One possibility is also there of having a stand for the setters providing easy access for the students to get themselves registered for the upcoming entrance exams and thus earn some easy cash. Then there is also possibility of having few policemen as security measures as in Patna security is of least concern as everyone is self secured.

But one thing is for sure the match atmosphere would be great and electric. Specially for the match against the Mumbai Indians. Lol..

Not to forget about the team composition the team would fill in as per the government quota system with some Paswans craving for more and more moslem and mahadalits inclusion.

And believe me the match would definitely be a hit being the last match in the IPL history with IPL banned forever in future as some mishap would always be on the cards being the most happening thing to have occurred on a cricketing turf .

I wonder when would these assholes grow up and when fuck would the great mass of a gem province wake up from the sleep induced to them by these so political demigods.

Why don’t you people understand they can never be your well wisher fellahs.You have to develop in your minds to be a big developed state.

Grow up Patna !!@@!!

Till then i am also feeling lil drowsy.

CHAO !!@@!!


Monday, March 29, 2010




…As I remember You

I pictured your Gorgeous Eyes looking at me so Passionately,

And Tender, that they whispered to my soul.

…As I remember You

I remembered when your Lips first Oh! so sweetly caressed mine.

And I knew I was in Love.

…As I remember You

I closed my eyes and thanked god for leading me up to you,

And for giving me such a Precious Gift of Love.

…As I remember You

I couldn’t remember a day when I didn’t have You,

Because My Life began when my Heart met Yours.






“I still feel the same way as I felt earlier, honey. And believe me I have always felt the same and have never tried to play numbers on you.  Will you be mine again? Only if you wish to. You just have to take one step further and trust me.”

And guess what the reply came as spontaneously as it could ever get. “No”, she said in a very known low pitch voice wearing a melancholic smile. It felt like the divine arrow I had shot to pour down the rain of love in my otherwise deserted life was a misfire and in fact had hit me millions times fiercely.

I simply turned back and walked away. Smiling as if consoling myself that it wasn’t me who talked to her. Maybe someone did love her more. I walked out of the mall and took my car and drove as fast as I could. I was smiling may be at myself. OMG I was being a gross. I hated myself for a while but after that it was alright. only for a moment. As it has been for the last eight long years. Not a single day has passed that I haven’t missed her. Not a single achievement of mine has gone celebrated without being shared with her what if only in memories. I still walk with the same passport size photograph of hers in my wallet because I didn’t find anyone better. Its not that I didn’t try. I tried to move on and found going impossible. Every girl I dated was different and of course great. But none of them was like my WONDERGIRL.

I stopped at a place unknown to me. I tried to breathe easy and tried to hide the tears of a clown. Remembering some of the golden days of my life. Every single kiss that set my soul on vibrations, every single glimpse of her majestic beauty that had a aura of its own, every single movie that I saw with her seemed more meaningful, every single moment that we had together was like playing in front of my eyes. The more I tried to console myself more I got entangled in the clutches of her memories. It was like having no way out. I cried as usual as harder as I tried not to.

I decided that there is only one single way to get out of this. I drove harder and rushed to a liquor store at the end of the lane. Took a full JD. And called up some of my closest of pals and told them to come at my place and we would have a blast. Of course I didn’t tell them what exactly happened today as I left sharing things to anybody way back since she left me.

I sometimes ponder over this that I have real high profile job that million people would die for, I have a long smashing car which is high on the wish-list of anyone, I have a big house, I have a number of friends and some of then are really true fellahs. But still why I miss having that special some one.

Anyway I was on my way back home. The speedometer ticked as fast as it could. This song of Rehat Fateh Ali khan ‘ KINNA SOHNA TENU RAB NE BANAYA, JI KARE WEKHDA RAWA…’…..was playing on full volume.

The more I tried to run faster the more I felt being ensnared in her memories. OMG what is happening to me. Why am i shivering



I wish my epitaph read,




Sunday, August 1, 2010



Being a petty member of our human race It just happened to me to brief out something which I feel is a stigma on the face of mankind. And moreover being a part of the civil society I reserve every right to express my concern over the issue.

I hope nobody is going to freak out if I say trust if the most basic requirement for a relation to flourish. We as humans have been bestowed by the almighty several different ways to express our trust. The day I filled out the verbosely designed form for TISCO I took it as a chance to express something that I would like to give back to the society. Society gives us so many things. How do we revert back to it? As the citizens are we trustworthy? Can our words be trusted?

Before commenting anything over this dilemma of mine I would like to share something with you fellahs. I happened to go to my our newly appointed placement officer before the Indian Army interview to get my certificates attested. I was not carrying my original certificates with me. So I requested the professor to countersign my certificates. He simply nodded his head signalling that he was not going to attest the copies under any circumstances. Being a very untidy and careless person I had forgotten to collect my certificates from the college those were submitted at the time of admission. But when I am wrong I accept the fault is mine. But my certificates were genuine. Even a electronics professor tried to convince the stubborn ass by saying that he knows me personally and my certificates were original. But he was rigid. But he didn’t know that no body cares for his uncanny stupid attitude. We are used to ignore such professors as we are NITPians. And I could attend the interview without any attestation required.

The point I want to make over here is that why is the value of a man’s word so low. He could have had faith in me and countersigned my certificates as it was only a formality. But the ever so growing cases of forgery, fraud and corruption have forced our authorities to have there balls in their throat. They are scared.

Leave my case talking about the general life. If a man at the railway station comes to you and seeks some help saying that his wallet has been stolen. 95 % among us would walk away pretending that we don’t care and as if the guy seeking help is a beggar or a criminal. What if your son, brother or somebody close happens to be stranded in a metropolis and be mistreated like dirt? YEAH that’s where the weak link is. Had I been the ward of some professor or the dean the Placement officer would have attested my certificates without even caring for whether they are true copies or the the scanned ones.

So my dilemma is why has the value of our words  declined so much. Even if it comes to making relations. Why are we scared in getting committed? Just because we don’t trust our partner as much as we should. And why wouldn’t we be scared when we can’t rule out the chances of being betrayed at some point of time. Even the strongest of the relations get screwed up because of petty issues and minor misunderstandings. Even I couldn’t fathom it how this dog’s summer whistled passed sweeping all the greens from the olive rendering me pale and devastated. Even I never could imagine how my words were not worth it.


Monday, September 20, 2010



The day ended usually as it daily happens with some card and booze drinks in the boys hostel. I was thinking of replying to one of my friends message on Facebook. I was deeply moved by the content of a mail in my inbox and I thought to share it over here. I squinted through it but believe me I read it again with my glasses on.


In Washington DC, at a Metro Station, on a cold January morning in 2007, this man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes.  During that time, approximately 2,000 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.

After about 3 minutes, a middle-aged man noticed that there was a musician playing.  He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds, and then he hurried on to meet his schedule.

About 4 minutes later:
The violinist received his first dollar.  A woman threw money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.

At 6 minutes:
A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.

At 10 minutes:
A 3-year old boy stopped, but his mother tugged him along hurriedly.  The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head the whole time.  This action was repeated by several other children, but every parent – without exception – forced their children to move on quickly.

At 45 minutes:
The musician played continuously.  Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while.  About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace.  The man collected a total of $32.
After 1 hour:
He finished playing and silence took over.  No one noticed and no one applauded.  There was no recognition at all.

  No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world.  He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a Stradivarius violin worth $3.5 million dollars.  Two days before, Joshua Bell sold-out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100 each to sit and listen to him play the same music.

This is a true story. Joshua Bell, playing incognito in the DC Metro Station, was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people’s priorities.

This experiment raised several questions:
      *In a common-place environment, at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?
      *If so, do we stop to appreciate it?
      *Do we recognise talent in an unexpected context?

One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:
If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made . . .

How many other things are we missing as we rush through life?


Tuesday, October 5, 2010

An enigma that prevails….


“Hey!” that came out as awkward as it gets.

“Hey! It’s been while, where have you been? Or have you been avoiding me?”, I started as I was like feeling ambivalent.

“What do you mean?” looking puzzled as a frown settled on her face. “We’re over doesn’t mean my life is over.”

“I didn’t mean it that way” I guzzled down my leftover liquor in my glass. “What would you like?” Turning to the bartender “Give the lady what she wants, on my table.”

“Sex on the beach please” She said to the bartender. “Thanks…..you shouldn’t have”, she was like freezing when she gazed at me.

“It’s not a problem…for old times sake. What have you been up to?”

  After a few minutes of talking awkwardly and a few more drinks (really only I know what happens to me when I see her or even talk to her), the laughter surfaced as she and I tried to catch up with each others life. A person just passing that hadn’t witnessed the first few moments would think we were best mates with the way we spoke and acted. Intoxicated I asked her to dance with me which she gladly accepted. As we made our way to the dance floor.

“Why did we break up then? We seem to get along very much”, I whispered into her ears.

“True…I think it had to do with you being so far, we couldn’t handle the distance”

“Ah! yes but we actually didn’t break up, we just stopped communicating, you know?”, I was like telling that we were never meant to be together. Or maybe just trying to bridge the gap. I don’t know exactly.

Anyways I spun her around like she once told me while roaming around in a shopping mall. I looked directly into her eyes for a brief moment and proceeded to kiss her. She followed my lead as she had missed those lips of mine on her and had forgotten how it felt beside she could wake up the next day and blame it on the alcohol. She could remember, how I always left her wanting more, more than just a kiss, as if my lips on her skin ignited several sparks in her brain….she couldn’t think well and completely surrendered her thoughts to that mysterious kiss.

“What do you say about us taking our little party somewhere else?”, my voice ended her moment, she could feel my hard on as I drew her really close to myself. Even for me it was like the best feeling that I ever have had. She could smell the perfume well. How ironic !!! She accepted as I led her to the car.

In the car, we kissed passionately as I slowly tried to undress her.

“You don’t want any evidence that your girlfriend would see….”, she said as she resisted my hands.

How considerate !!! (as if she knew for sure that I had one). Well she was always smarter.

“Let’s go to my place, It’s really close by….just around the corner.”

“Sure….anything to get this over with.”

“By the way, this doesn’t mean you have to try and keep it touch, it’s a one last time only, we’ll say goodbye and then go back to our lives.”

Her hands left the trousers and she turned on the music. I simply didn’t know where DM Band came from.

…..Now let’s make this an evening
Lovers for a night, lovers for tonight
Stay here with me, love, tonight
Just for an evening
When we make
Our passion pictures
You and me twist up
Secret creatures
And we’ll stay here
Tomorrow go back to being friends….

The song played, no one talked as I made way to her place. The seductive look in her eyes was all that kept me going.

Then as always Boom,  Crash !!!

“Mama you never let it go till the end”, I managed to utter this much only as she was shouting in her highest pitch.

How disappointing would it be for all when I say it was a dream. But even I have not been able to figure out what hurries me of the bed early every other day. It has always been the same girl and it seems it always will be the same. It’s in my brain only.

I was calm only when I went out to to the balcony to see that it’s raining. It’s a new day. And I still don’t own a car.

In love again….


Well finally a gay parade in NYC. Seems like people are getting more and more comfortable with these homosexual relations. You must be wondering why I am talking like soliciting gay relationships. Am I up to something? Well not exactly the case. But I think I am in love with my laptop. Well what am I exactly up to ? Well let’s be pretty clear I am seriously in love with my laptop. You might wonder that why did I not get girls to love. But the case is I did love someone but things didn’t work, but the Laptop stayed. And that somehow made the bond stronger.

This is not the first time I guess someone has fallen in love with his machine. I have seen guys in love with their bikes, cars, X-boxes, PSPs, androids and what not. So I feel nowhere like being abnormal. But mine is not a beast. It’s absolutely indispensable, truly lovable, definitely amenable and I must admit it’s adorable. It’s completely personnel and private. Well no paparazzi trespassing !!!

Well this is no exaggeration. What do I do when I am stressed out? What do I do when a chat with my Ex’- turns ugly? What do I do when I am not feeling sleepy just with distress is making its space larger in my heart? What do I do when I am puzzled about my career? What do I do when it’s the last days of the month and my wallet has gone low on cash and I am hungry for entertainment?

Answer to many more questions like these lies stored in 350 GB storage of my laptop. All I need a internet device plugged in and it works as a drug, a perfect tranquillizer. Believe me it’s something transcendental.

It’s a perfect place for entertainment, socializing, gelling up with old fellahs, music, games, and what not.

It knows the kind of movies I like, the kind of songs I like. It knows the games I play, and the books that refreshes me. All in short it’s such a darling. After all it was her who gave me a chance to get in touch with a lot of fellahs I would not have known otherwise. My dad doesn’t know Pink Floyd, Bob Dylan, Robbie Williams and others because he never loved this machine. You have got almost everything at your disposal in times of need. After all  who doesn’t like ‘ABHI ZINDA HOON TOH PI LENE DO’ when high on beer, and ‘ GIVE ME SOME SUNSHINE’ when low on marks.

The best things is there is no concept of betrayal in our relation. I am sure it won’t get up any odd rainy day and tell me that I am leaving you for someone else. And the love is completely platonic and I need not explain why. Although nowadays it has gone weak on battery but I keep it plugged in to keep the machine working. I just wish my love all the very best of health and hope for a strong relation up to eternity. Love you !!!