cAUTION : dONT rEAD tHIS .........

Wow ....
I am back

I don't know why I stopped blogging... and I don't know why I am starting back.
Actually it doesn't matter to you guys...Neways I am writing whats in my mind
I wont edit it.....let spelling mistakes be spelling mistakes...
let their be grammatical mistakes....But this activity was necessary...because I was
rusted...

Now what should I write....

Ya its Good that rishi is recovered....
and nakul is coming back 2 bhopal....ANd I have joined www.care2.com....


I thing this post was necessary!!!! so that I can start again....
This post will be the land mark in this blog....
You know why I have have started this blog so that.....

(deleted several lines)

yA.....DELETED .....NOW GUESS!!

sorry if I have wasted your time....... but It was necessary

Look how I have started this .......
And how I am Ending it....

do suggest a title for this post.....

should I delete this post as soon as next post come???
Ya may be.......lets see......
( If you are reading this line................Think that I am laughing at you..... &bracket not closed &



tHIS POST DESCRIBE MY MIND B/W 1 AM TO 1:30 AM 29 SEPT 2007
oOOH SHIT..... i forgot HBD sis!!

mATRIMONIAL!!

Wanted a suitable match for kajri...

karji details

caste : Bhil
Birth Place : Neebukheda , MP , India
Age : 8 years
height : 4'6"
color : wheatish




Dark truth about child marrige in India....

Child marriage usually refers to two separate social phenomena which are practiced in
some societies. The first and more widespread practice is that of marrying a young child
(generally defined as below the age of fifteen) to an adult. In practice this is almost
always a young girl being married to a man

Child marriage has been illegal in India since the passing of the
Child Marriage Resistant Act, 1929. In this Act, the term child refers to a male younger
than twenty-one, or a female younger than eighteen. A marriage falls under the scope of
this Act if either of the contracting parties meets its definition of child.

beautiful short film ( must watch) :



But the main question is how to stop it ????

sTORY oF fILE nO. 129....

Cold night.....no winds......only mist covering the city.......

Running,screaming ..shouting.itching.suffocation..bleeding..puking..... ..( a fading voice:Ali !! we will make it!!just hold on!!...)........silence ..death.....

Mohan Gaur: Shabbir...I will save you......

Mohan Gaur running...holding Ali in his hands just like a mother holding her 2 years old child .....

Running..screaming ..shouting...itching..suffocation..bleeding..puking.....silence ..death.....

3 hours a go they were discussing about their children future...about their school admissions and all ..

And now they are dead..

I have heard this story from my NAANY ...I don't know this is real or fiction.... but Mohan died because the poison was
pumped into his lungs, while he was saving his friend...Ali

We can still find Their names in some old office in Bhopal , typed on a piece of paper buried in a file .
With this file ,rested many other files where thousands and thousands of names are just typed with same old typewriter.Piled together in a
shelf named "dead".

All having different stories...but... same end....DEATH...



The CEO of Union Carbide, Warren Anderson, who retired in 1986, was charged with manslaughter in the Bhopal case and declared
a fugitive from justice by the Chief Judicial Magistrate of Bhopal on February 1, 1992 for failing to appear at the court
hearings in a culpable homicide case in which he was named the chief defendant.
He went missing for several years, until he was discovered by Greenpeace “living a life of luxury in the Hamptons”. The
Bhopal Medical Appeal believe that “neither the American nor the Indian government seem interested in disturbing him with an
extradition”.

I don't know how much it will help..but at least we can try.... :
http://www.petitiononline.com/dirtydow/

Calcutta days... totally dazed. Chapter 1: Original Sins: Part 1

{Scene 1:}

// Flashback

---19th November 2006---

Our hero, coming out of a classroom, laughing, all around him, we can see people tensed, some even in tears, it is evident that they have faced a great adversity, and this trial by fire has weakened them in some fundamental way...

But not our hero, he has just been weakened in some mental way.

Friend A: Kaisa hua paper? Meri to vaat lag gayi, saare sapne toot gaye, jo dost the, woh bhi chhoot gaye, aur tu has raha hai, zaroor tu phod ke aaya hai, poora attempt kar aaya hai, khudi ko kiya tune buland itna, ki khuda bande se khud poochhe, bata, tu hasa kyon hai...

Our Hero: Paper gaya guttar main, pehle tu yeh bata, ek banda hai, ek boat hai, banda boat main, aur boat nadi ke jal main, bandi ke paas do (2) ciggarettes hain, par maachis nahi hai, bataa woh kaise piyega???

Friend A: ????? WTF ??????

Our Hero: The problem may be solved in the following methods...

1) Throw a cigarette in the air, catch it. Catches win matches, hence you now have a match, use it to light the cigarette.

2) Throw a cigarette out of the boat, the boat becomes lighter, use it to light the cigarette.

3) Pour some water drops on the cigarette...

Friend A: Abe saale @#!$@%$!@~#@%!#~@#!##%^$%$!#!^&*!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


{More coming soon...}

mY pHOTOGRAPHY....

THE SONG OF LIFE AND DEATH.......

AND FROM THE WASTE SPRANG THE SEEDS OF NEW GENERATION……

AND THROUGH ELEIXIR LIFE IS NURTURED………..

AND BLOSSOMS WITH ARMS WIDE OPEN……..

AND THOUGH LIFE IS AN UPHILL STRUGGLE ,NEVER GIVE UP

BECAUSE WINNER NEVER QUIT AND QUITTERS NEVER WIN..

DON’T LOOSE CONTROL BECAUSE EVEN A SMALL MISTAKE CAN RUIN YOUR LIFE.....

HIGHWAY IN MY VEINS !!

THE SINS OF FATHERS ARE VISTED ON THE SONS…..

AFTER LIFE!!
IN THE GREAT CALM OF DEATH ,WE MOVE TO DIVINE LIGHT…..

from blogger : I won 1stprize in photography competition ...vismit07.... in presentation format :

http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/5/14/1078703/PHOTOS%20PRESENTATION2221.swf

(but It may take some time.....this is prefered when you have both time and speed..........and patience....... have a gr8 time!! and E-special thanx to mayank and abhiram for helping me out in captions......thanx again!!)

vOTE foR tAJ!!

Simple Question :

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gURU gHANTAAL........

Finally we reached our farm house( neebukheda )..40 Kms from bhopal..maneuvering my jeep over 15 KMs of kaacchi road ..


my conditions :
stomach : half empty( not half filled)
activities: normal


so, we reached there at 12 : 30 AM with 2 big batoleybaaz villagers ,my cousin,and his friend...

bakar session :


batola 1:" saab mey paani pi riya tha ,taalaab ka,aawwaaz aayi dekha sher bhi paani pee riya tha "
result : digested....some how


batola 2:"saab wo kajri thi na raamlaal ki dulhan , saab , usney paed ki kattai kartey hue je bada aazgar dekha"
result : digested....again.....


whole senario in one line : " TUM MUJHEY BATOLA DO, MAI TUMHEY BATOLEEY DUUNGA"


It was like bouncers of batolaas ....some how digested by me.

And then I realized that in this process of digestion...my food(aalu ki sabzi/daal/roti @ 6 PM ) was also digested ... I can hear..strange sounds from my stomach (put put,,buum) ... saying "calender khaana do".. And I know I need some food Urgently.....but I was late...we dont have food there...


This was the time when my cousins friend, {peeep} (name censored ) ...Offered me GURU pouch..tambaakhuuu.... gutka

{Peeep}:" ye khaa lo bhuuk nahi lageygi....GURU "

FlashBack :
my first hukkha puff.....ahu ahu ahu...
my first ciggetette puff....ahu ahu ahu ahu ahu--> infinity
my first sip.....sorry I dont drink..never!! ( usuaLly my eyes and deeds shows something else, which many of my acquaintances never believes..Once again..(in chorus) I dont drink.. )

Now I have red coloured pouch in my hand...I opened it...poured it in to my mouth (typical bhopali ishtyle) ....and then hmmmmm my mouth was burning....uuuuaaaaa... bitter taste.. but to my surprise I was enjoying it.... ( so L.S...Danish) and seriosly ..hunger was over by now....


Me:bhai 1 aur pouch dena..
{Peeep}: "ye lo yaar 5 pouch, rakho" (he was having 20 pouches)
when I was about to take the fourth pouch..that too with in 20 mins...

{peeep} :" yaar ander toh nahi le rahe na..."


Me :"haan bhai,,,sab ander ja raha hai.." (shit!! I have swallowed it...)

{peeep} :" bhai aapney city ki deewaroon per,taakizoo per laal laal nishaan dekhey hain,ye saab bahar hi jaata hai,issey ander nahi lete..bhai peek do(spit it).......kuch ander mat leena.."

but it was too late....
and rest they say... is history....


At 8 :30 AM (next day)
my conditions :
nausea ,migrane
puked 5 times....
stomach : not responding...
activies : ALt + ctr + del....but still not responding...

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Now at home..feeling better....
kahani mey twist --
my mom afer washing my jeans......" beta aapki jeans se ye laal pouch nikla...kya naam hai... GURUuuuu" without saying a word... I locked my room...opened my comp...and stared typing this post.... GURU GHANTAAL ...............
THE REAL STORY HAS JUST BEGAN..............................waaaaaaaat lag gayi saloooooon!!!
my heartly advise to everyone : pls dont try this anywhere!!

this is the pouch..................................stay away.......