The Sea and Me.....

The most peaceful thing for me about Bombay has always been the sea. It s been the most faithful companion I have in the city, happy or sad I have spent all those times here sitting alone making the most important decisions of my life.

A specific sea facing park in Sobo which I had casually discovered on one of my long walks, turned out to redefine my meaning of peace and self realization. As I sit here today on a festive day the wind brushs my face and the sea water sprinkles like a refreshing spa treatment. With my favorite music plugged in my ear, the wind whispering around me, I find solitude, something I have been struggling to have since long now, something which all of a sudden seems impossible to find. The sound of the waves crashing into the rocks is still audible in the background of "The Carnival of Rust".

I remember the good old times I have had here with my friends, looking at the skyline of Sobo and deciding that we will buy one sea facing flat and have fun together, all seems so hazy now and I wish I could rewind to those days when all of us used to hang out so much. Nostalgia is the word, now I understand why people say "enjoy your college life to the fullest, those days won't come back". It's true they won't now all I have are the memories of those times, priceless times!

I sit here today watching the endless sea as the calmness of this natural beauty is occasionally interrupted by the sound of fire crackers. I can sit here for hours and be totally blank just staring into the sea or the stars that blanket it. Listening to some soothing music with the wind puts me into a state of total meditation, peace, rest and nostalgia. A feeling of being with one with yourself, a feeling of just being blank and to dream about my only ultimate dream now.

Chemical Castration for Rapes

As I keep shuffling through the morning papers daily, I regularly get disappointed at the news of rapes happening at Mumbai, my loved city.  It was never the scenario when I had first walked into the city 5 years back, it was safer than any other city in India and I had seen girls walk around in groups as late as 2 am on Marine drive and other gullies of Mumbai, but this was a different time I guess, as now after the Nirbhaya and Shakti Mills rape accidents happening either there has been an upsurge of such events happening or rather I was ignorant of the same, but one way or another the result is rather depressing and has me worried about the state of the city/county  for Women. 

Every single day as I browse the newspaper for some good news, I come to find only the bad and depressing new of crimes against women, what disappoints me further is that there have been no strict laws to curb this and people are still naïve of the ones existing, with crimes such as rapes becoming a matter of stupid social standing people turn back from resorting to judicial machinery, in the light of the Nirbhaya Case verdict I think there has been a change in the judicial system and they are looking at it as a serious offence, its sad that a young girl had to die a brutal death for a nation to awake.

Maybe the judiciary is blind indeed as the famous statue of the blind lady holding weights in her hand represents, but then as a lawyer I feel that the time has come to put more deterrent actions into play, we have only life imprisonment and life term, in life imprisonment the convict is in the jail and after a time gets used to its life there and then there is nothing that will make things right for the rape survivor and death sentence for once and for all kills the person committing the crime.  What I personally think is that when such a heinous crime as rape happens, why not the wrong doer be treated to equal pain and trauma by something which is popularly know as “Chemical Castration”.

India has been a liberal democratic, but maybe its time to change somethings and tweak the judicial model to strike fear in the minds of wrong doer,  with such punishments as “Chemical Castration” coming into play and the present convicts being punished retrospectively I am pretty sure that it will, if not stop but atleast curb the rate at which such crimes happen and people will become more and more aware of it.

I fear for the females close to me, the female members of my family and my very close female friend/s who venture out in the city daily for their daily activities.  I fear for their safety even though I know that one of my closest female friend is capable of pounding a guy single handedly with one blow being the fighter she is, but still maybe the spate of the country has made the situation like this, but If I come across an chance, through my profession to change this situation then I will make sure that what I just proposed above should come into play soon.  I not only am angry for crimes against women in Mumbai but for the whole of India, I know that the change will be slow but it would hopefully be, eventual. The change has to start from every single home in this country,  to start with, treating women equally and not as inferior beings and to teach kids how to respect women and not to tolerate any kind of violence against females.  

Life of a Junior Advocate

There comes a time in life when you are finally happy and at peace knowing that you have graduated from college.  And for a course as extensive and lengthy as law, you are just relieved that you are finally a degree holder in the 2nd oldest profession of the world.  But the happiness of graduation is short lived as you realize that you need to enter the work culture, which is a whole new world filled with all work and no play funda, but you come to terms with it, enticing yourself to the only good thing about it: "income".

But as time passed i found out that as i did not get placement from my college, i had to struggle in the rat race to find a job in a competitive city like Mumbai.  So the sturggle began, i started sending out emails to firms with newer and more polished CVs every single time.  But time and again the disappointments just increased with every reply to the mail ending with, "We wish you luck for future endeavours" or "Currently we have no vacancy but in case of any we will contact you".  So this become a monotony of sorts, as every email i sent out was met with the same reply.  Frustrated and disheartened i started Masters from Mumbai University and there too i didnt get into Business Laws as i had wanted but had to opt for Environment Law, but with the company of  a close friend to conquer the two more years of Master i took the step to jump back into studies.

As the First year ended i was facing some pressure from my own expectations as i had by now moved out of the place that i was living in rent free since the first day i had come to Mumbai and now i had to pay rent to move to new place and my expense would shoot up. So in this final call of desperation i was trying every way to get a job in a law firm or with a lawyer, something that would make me believe that i was worthy of my education and would boost my confidence along with a monetary incentive.  So then finally after my sister's well placed sources came to my rescue i got a job in a law firm in Mumbai, whose main office was in my hometown Ahmedabad (and they were pretty big back there, the main person was solely responsible to ward off the best law firm in India, from Ahmedabad, due his well placed contacts).

So there i was, a Junior Advocate in a law firm with its office in Nariman Point, the premier location for every office in the city.  This was my dream when i had joined GLC three years back.  But somehow the dream was not that worthy as i slowly found out that the firm that i had got into was not dealing in a lot of High Court Matters, something which i wanted to learn and do. I got to learn a new act instead something which was related to eviction of tenants from  premises of banks.  Initially i had my bad days where i would stand at the bench addressing the court and representating the opposite party instead of my client and days where the judge taking into consideration that i was new to the practical aspect of law would dictate orders also quoting me even though i would have only said who i represent.  The initial learning days were mixed with fear and excitement the kind of feeling you only face when you are new at something that you have no idea about,  the practical and theory parts of law are two different sides of coin.  I was just learning the latter side now.

As time passed i came to understand how the profession works and subsequently my confidence also increased.  I came to know how there was this circle of network on every level.  The lower most level was of the Court Clerks, they had this whole network, like the one in my office says, "we know the procedures more than a senior counsel does but only lack because of the absence of a degree".  They form the back bone of any law office, as they are the ones who do the field work, once you strike up a nice rapport with them you will never have bad procedural days.  Most of the law firms dont respect them enough but thankfully that was not the case in my office, there was no discrimination between me and the clerks we all sat at the same table during lunch and also had tea breaks together.  They would co ordinate with the clerks of other advocates and many a times make the task of reaching out to other Advocates more easier.  They through their wide network keep track of senior counsels and which side they will argue, how many matters they have on a specified day and sort of things.  They not only get certified copies of the Orders but they also get you the info as to who' s working for whom and how the bribe went from the lenders pocket to the receiver's pocket.  Court clerks are like police informers, they give tip offs on a lot of things.  A good law office necessary has a good set of Court Clerks, they cannot exist without Court Clerks, the lower most tier of the law fraternity.

Then come people like me, Junior Advocates, fresh law graduates who have dreams of conquering the law profession in their eyes and get squashed like flys in the initial stage of their careers.  Junior Advocates are people who for most of the times dont know what they are doing, they dont know the facts of the case and can be easily confused, they are best used as tools to get adjournments against tough judges who dont grant easy adjournments but would do so when a newcomer comes up for the case and they would go soft on him.  So i was the adjournment weapon of my firm and would take dates in the DRT Courts when there were a lot of matters for my senior to handle.  But then one day i was given an opportunity by her to argue a case, i was elated and made my own notes and all of that but i had no experience of arguing.  Finally when the time came up i started arguing without giving a back drop of the case as i had assumed that the judge was familiar with the case, my confidence was shaken by the time i realized as to what had happened and the opposing advocate was a tough one and he started opposing my arguments and pointed out my inexperience to the Court.  Lucky for me, my senior was just behind me and stepped in to argue and the case was not ruined, but somehow it had shaken my confidence which took sometime to be build back and finally did when i argued in front of a Special CBI Court almost 6 months later.  Junior Advocates are the sophicated lot of the Court Clerks as most of them are familiar with each other being from the same college or batch.  I would a lot of times run into my batch mates in courtroom and it would be nice as we would then exchange our experiences with each other and share knowledge that we would have gained after making mistakes.  We also have a network, but mostly this is a network of which place is better to work at and most junior advocates socialize after office hours so that at some point they would be helped by their friends who are juniors at other places.  It is more of an informal setup in which people on the threshold of their career get a push that helps them go far away.

The Third network is of the Advocates who are more experienced then the Junior Advocates but not as experienced as their superiors. There are variety to the kind of Advocates this tier comprises.  There are nasty ones who will question your confidence and the angels who will push you into the ditch so you can learn how to climb up.  I was lucky enough to work with the latter group.  They have a more polished network and have direct contacts into other law offices and if they wish they can either make your career through their influence or break it.  They are qualified dictators to their juniors and would put every single burden on them from finding a file in the office to a simple google search to be done.  I still havet yet had a bad experience dealing with this class but m sure one day i will.

Then come the Big Bosses, they range from your partner to counsel and senior counsel.  They are the actual masters of law and they are the people who do minimum of manual work.  They earn more with their minds than with anything else.  As they are highly experienced no one questions them.  If it is a partner in a firm then everybody fears him/her and stays out of their ways and butter them constantly for personal gains. Junior Counsels are the people who have not settled for practice and have just the right amount of experience to carry on with the case, till date i havent seen any remarkable junior counsels.   The senior counsels who feature on this tier are the most experienced ones, they are the people who, you can say rule the roast in the legal field.  My sir once told me about a senior counsel of the Supreme Court where the matter was for admission to the Supreme Court and its a well know fact in the legal circles that the Supreme Court does not entertain cases that much, so apparently the judge had disposed the file when this guy walks in and tell the judge that "My Lords i appear in this mattter and the Judge actually picks up the file again", this is their standing.  And the power of the Senior Gown comes from its way of arguing cases, all have their unique styles, there's one Counsel in the High Court of Mumbai who will scream at the top of his voice to get his way where as another will not even raise his voice a decibel, so they are the most pure breed in the legal field charging anything between 1 to 10 lac. per appearance.  

All i can say is that as a new comer to this field of law and featuring in the lower most tier, i still have a long way to go, more insults to be thrown at my way, more firing to come around and more embarrassments waiting to happen but all in a nut shell this is where i want to be.

Those three years

And the college life ends. Some might say it’s the end of an era but I
say it’s the end of one of the best chapters of our lives. The old rickety benches,
the dimly lit class rooms and all the fun and environment around it
all will be over. Still look for a chance to go back and to sit at our
group s regular table but miss the group. Every one s getting busy in
their lives really fast and it makes me feel insecure that all of a
sudden the memories that v all created together will be forgotten only
to be remembered during occasional meetings. Time fly’s bye, truly it
does.



I can remember my first day in college not knowing anyone but by
bestie and the initial few days v were bored to shit. Then v met Mandar a short guy with a small but thick moustache you meet him and you know he s a guy worth trusting your life with. By that time v were still running in and out of Mumbai university trying to get our documents done, that s when v met Harshad a slim guy so talkative that you
will bet a million bucks he s got into the wrong field and should have
been a radio jockey. I always stayed away from girls and the notes and
stuff were always taken by Parth from this one girl who always used to
occupy the first bench of the class and rarely used to speak to
anyone. Initially v though her name was Fatima but turns out it was
Farhad, a guy trapped in a girl’s body. Honestly I was a bit sacred of her as I felt she was crazy, well just for the record she became one of my closest chums. But I was right about my first impression she s still completely unpredictable and spontaneous. Then last came in the pheobe of the group, Aarti, a day
dreamer and a total “i don’t know what to do “girl. She was a
complete over actor; her most famous dialogue came in front of the
Vodafone store and almost had Parth beaten up. They were just walking
down the road and suddenly she said loudly "usne mujhe yahan chuva
vaha chuva" a famous dialogue from a romantic family movie and not from any adult movie as the dialogue may represent. The crowd around them was stunned and had she been crying while saying that parth would have been beaten up for sure.


Initially there were many other people but slowly and gradually all the others had their own separate groups and we 6 people formed a world of our own. Things we did were crazy and we were probably the only ones who used to attend college regularly. The third year, when we all had migrated to GLC from other colleges was less fun and more study as we all were not that close but from the 4th year onwards it was awesome, things we did ranged from playing Gold spot in the class to dumb charades and throwing chalks and stuff. Once we had this powder fight were my talcum powder was used to spoil others dresses. And one time Mandar brought a unique colour during holi which would just keep getting darker every time u rub it. I remember during the end of the 4th year we had our Viva’s and all of us were sitting together in the same bench and what a time we had, we were the most mischievous group in the class and even the professor who was conducting the Viva keep staring at us and we would immediately indulge ourselves in books. We literally cheered any of our group members who used to go on the dais for his/her viva. And the professor was so much distracted that she said to everyone who went up there amongst us “wow your friends are sure supportive”. And we all scored well in it in spite of this “Chakallas” ( Harshad’s slang). The Transfer of property lectures were I and parth used to doze off sitting in the first bench and Farhad would keep nudging us to pay attention. The lectures of Ruparel Sir which I used to attend even though I had not taken Tax laws. And ofcourse how can we forget Farhad’s favourite professor Brijesh Ranjan. This guy once sent a text to her saying he’ s unwell and wont be able to make it for the class and we jerks typed in “ Get Well Soon Mamu” and hit the sent button….what a laugh we had, idiots of the highest category.



Our fifth year started off with a big fight which split the group completely and it was the talk of the town for sometime as everyone kept asking what happened and why but even in fight mode we were united as none of us told anyone outside the group what had happened and brushed it off saying it was just a silly bet. After one whole semester we came back as a whole due to Mandar’s effort and our own want to be with others as no one admitted but missed the other real bad. Then it was a complete party time we had so much fun probably the best three months, bunked every lecture to such extent that we didn’t even know who our subject professor was. And who plays UNO cards when their Viva is being conducted in the next room, V did. Who appears for exams without any knowledge of the paper style and keep staring at each other the whole time, V did. Who comes in late by half an hour for this exams directly from Shirdi completely unprepared, Harshad did. Played UNO cards the whole day along with dumb charads went to malls and played so many games that we had around 4000 reward points. That was the time of our life, saw two movies back to back, fought with the watchman, set people up, made the first table of the canteen our classroom where we used to sit eating and playing from 7am to 2pm………..so much we did.


The year ended with an awesome trip to Alibaug on the eve of my birthday, the first trip all of us took together. It was so much fun three days we had a blast no touch with the outside world except with family and I got a very peaceful birthday celebration at the beach the whole day and also gifts like a couple of Ferraris and a Batman T-shirt I was longing for. It was a full on party time we had awesome food, played everything from dumb charads to antakshari to truth and dare to doing what not. We used to sleep at 4 or 5 in the morning and wake up by 9 to go out and enjoy more.

What fun days they were now as it all ends nostalgic feeling kicks in and the bare fact that it will be years from now when all of us will spend such time together seems surreal. But we all managed to do one thing we all have created a personal space of the other in our hearts that cannot be taken by anyone else. But one thing for sure the three years that we all shared through love, fights, fun and games is a memory lodged in forever. V all made a unique group, Farhad Pathan a.k.a Angry Young Man, a Muslim who has never been within 1 km radius of burka and does not read namaz. Parth Shah a.k.a Sethji a Gujarati who was the group’s World Bank and very generous to even a dog. Harshad Puranik a.k.a Pj-King, a Brahmin who loves to have chiken and other non veg items. Aarti Nimbalkar a.k.a Overactor, No Comments. Mandar Jadhav a.k.a Mimbiya, a staunch maratha who’s best friends include jerks like us. And finally me Sriraj Menon a.k.a Bhukkad Singh, a south Indian born and brought up in Gujarat who has basically no knowledge about the ancient Hindu mythology in any form and loves cars more than girls. If people call us crazy I say, Hell ya we are!!!!!!!!!!!

A Birthday to Remember by.......

This year I had decided to spend my 22nd birthday with my college pals as it was our last year and who knows where we would be in the coming years, when it would be even difficult to speak to one another once in a week. So my friends organized a surprise trip for me to Alibaug a place on the outskirts of Mumbai with beautiful beaches.

We left a day before 28th catching a boat from the Gateway to the beautiful beaches of Alibaug. After 1 and a half hour of boat and bus ride we finally landed at the place at night and booked a room in which all of us could stay. After having a quick dinner we headed for the beach with my birthday cake. What a night it was all of us got down to the beach at 11pm in the leg tickling waters of the silent beach. Then started the long solitude walk along the beach in which I covered like 3 kms all alone in the darkness, it was so peaceful. As the clock struck 12 we cut the cake at the beach, I would say one of the unique ways of celebrating birthday is to cut the cake on the beach side at 12 something I will remember for all my birthday’s to come. The cake was so damn hard that even after attempting to paste it on my face the stubborn cake refused to break and after throwing it at the dogs it refused to be eaten by them. The night that followed was more entertaining I got some of the most prized gifts. The rascals gifted me a Ferrari Enzo Scale model and an assembly kit of Ferrari F430 along with an awesome Batman T-Shirt. The sight of the Ferrari made my heart pound more aggressively than ever, like a boy who likes a girl real bad and she accepts his proposal. After that followed a game of the legendary dumb shereds which had to be halted due to the electricity being disconnected. Then followed another couple of hours chit chatting and fighting the mosquitoes which finally led us to sleep at 5 am on my birthday.

We woke up within 4 hours since we had slept and headed off towards the beach and then followed the enjoyment of a life time for me. From 11 to 4 we were in the water lazing around playing antakshari, doing anything just about anything in the water. It was so much fun, I cant remember the last time I had such a blast during my birthday I seriously cant. And as the two days we all were with each other and almost disconnected from the outside world majority of my group mates love life went for a toss, maximum due to insecurity of the other person and it was so much fun. To be precise it was a “LOVE CHANGING” trip for all except me. We will cherish every moment of it the games, the truth and dare, harshad’s sleeping secret (which we have discovered by the way) and the fun of staying together for 2 nights and a day.
This birthday will be hard to forget, I realized when we all broke up to go home how much I started missing my friends and how much I loved them. That day even a dozen Ferrari’s couldn’t match the happiness that I had by being with them. It was a birthday I will cherish, in nature’s lap not attending unwanted calls being with college mates…………well that’s something………a moment to remember always!!!

The Batch of 2011

I Opened my eyes cursing the alarm ring that was blaring under my pillow, I had to get up and leave for the college as it was our Farwell day and all of us had decided to meet up at marine drive and have a good time together for the last time, because years from now when we will be finding ourselves as the unluckiest of the lot we can take a look at the old memories and bring a smile on our faces. The nostalgia hadn’t yet kicked in so when we met we all had a gala time on marine drive even though many were late by 45 minutes and so. But we tried to do the things we did the time all of us met three years back. After a quick breakfast at our old canteen where we used to spend time together we rushed into the auditorium afraid of being late but as its in India we were spot on time even though we were running 20 minutes behind the scheduled time. The opening speech was given by some dude whom I hadn’t seen ever in college until that day and the whole auditorium was packed that’s when I realized that these people are my classmates, as no one used to attend lectures and this was one occasion when everyone would turn up for sure. We all sat together hearing stories about our “new” classmates sharing their experiences in the five years spent at the college. And then came the warm good bye speeches by the professors who wished us best of luck for the future and also made a humble appeal to keep in touch and offered us a professor’s position in the college for any subject we might want to teach. Our college has been really an old institution and when one of the most well known professors made an appeal to do our best for the college is when we all realized that our heat beats for GLC no matter how much we may curse it, the love won’t fade away. Even after a decade when we will walk out of churchgate station and look at the iconic building it will bring a smile on our face. Because that s the place where we were nurtured to be the best people we possibly can be, where we spent the best times of our lives and made the best of friends. All of us received a nice coffee mug with the words printed “Batch of 2011”. It felt good. It was a short and sweet farewell.

After the official farewell from college the hunger pangs started to get the better out of us all. After meaningless discussions and a disappointing trip to Copper Chimney (they don’t serve buffet on weekends) we ended up at one of the most coveted locations in south Mumbai, “The Ambassador”. It was totally out of budget for all of us but we were so hell bent on making this day memorable that we decided to loosen the purse strings. The food was amazing and we made sure all of us had everything from coolers to the 6 desserts. The brunch lasted a full 2 and a half hour. Then came on the most legen…….wait for it..dary moments of the day. It was the day when India were supposed to face South Africa in the Cricket World Cup match. The hotel had a big projector on which the match was put on, so when the national anthem started all of us jerks instead of Parth stood up to show respect. At his such initiation we stopped having our food and followed his lead and then the food place which was full with people including some foreign nationals stood up seeing all of us show respect and within a few seconds all were standing up to it. It felt really good.

After some more food tucking and saching sehwag innings we decided to leave because we feared if we didn’t the staff will throw us out. The match was in full swing as the duo was on fire hitting the South African bowlers all over the place. We decided to go to the sports bar to watch the match. It was sad that Farhad and Mandar could not join us. I always wished they had stayed a bit nearby but it was already getting late and we they had to go. So we reached the sports bar which was jam packed as any local train is on week days in Mumbai. But we somehow managed to get three table seats in front of the screen. Watching the match was an awesome experience as we cherred on at every boundary and stood up to give Sachin a standing ovation for his ton etc. After the innings got over we headed home and while on my way I realized that it was one of the best Saturdays of my life and for all of us. We really missed our friends who could not join us at the Sports bar for the match but in a nut shell it was a farwell we all will remember for the rest of our lives. Generally people get nostalgic and emotional during farwells but it didn’t happen with us because inside we all knew no matter how much ever we say it we are gonna be in touch for the rest of our lives and we will be just as good friends as we are today. Love you all guys and I will be bothering u no matter where ever you try to hide from me. Cheers to ourselves!!!!!!!!!!:)

The Storm in the boat of friendship

Many times in life we meet people who leave an impact on us, but its only seldom that u actually live with those people in your daily life. Well I have experienced that with my college friends which are the best group of people you can hang out with. Whenever we are together v all get along like an house on fire, and we make sure that if we all are attending a lecture the professor turns around to look at who’s creating the fuss. Mumbai was beautiful for me only because I had idiots like them in my life without which Mumbai would only be a place of materialistic happiness for me ( please Ferrari and Lamborghini don’t feel bad I love you too but in a different way ). So as in every relation the world creates there came an up- down phase between all of us which led to the ultimate separation of the group. During this period we all had our alter egos taking control of ourselves in not initiating the compromise. All of us but this one guy in our group could read our eyes and tell that we were pretending to be happy without each other but we were not actually happy. The distance grew so much to the extent that from sharing a common canteen table and pulling each other’s leg, we moved on to having two separate table and the neutral guy moving in between to make it up to both the warring parties. As time went by and events kept on happening we grew more apart thinking that we were completely over it, but actually we were getting more depressed and depressed over the time. And all of us used to jell together so beautifully that in the 4 months that we avoided each other we didn’t make new friends in the college because we had a different frequency wave which none except us could match. Many initiations came by but because of this one person in the group ( like every family has a black sheep this person was the one for this group) the initial initiations were blocked by this person making us believe that no one cares now and everyone’s happy in their own way ( only one sentence for you, never cross my line again possibilities are I might tear u apart for what u did, I don’t care ). This went on till the end of the second last semester of the final year. The best part was that we all had a very good telepathic connection in the sense somehow none of us spelt out our disconcert to anyone in the college and no one knew why there was a split……..this is something we came to know after we patched up that none of us had blabbered anything to any third party in the college.

And finally the time came when we all were pretending to be happy in our lives , the next semester started and daily the simply sitting apart silently without acknowledging the existence of the other used to pain us, then boom went the dynamite when we came to know that there were 3 initiations from the other side but none even communicated to us due to the misinformer in between. We were pretty pissed off when we heard this and then what happened was that the compromise occurred and we all came to know how miserable we were without the other and the whole college which was about to digest the fact that we were now apart had a rude shock when we all sat together and began our usual gimmicks for about 4 hours non- stop. When we all met face to face did we realize that the reason for such a split was the black sheep who never intimated us of any initiations and had added fuel to the fire of the already grim situation. The day we compromised was awesome I haven’t felt so happy in like a really long time we were back to our usual self, pulling each other’s leg ( some even hair ), spilling coffee over each other, giving the bro half hug ( keeping in respect the Bro Code article 41 ) etc. It was such an invigorating experience, seemed surreal for a day but then it sank down to the truth. The evening went acknowledging each other on facebook and letting the thirsty fingers comment on the pics and updates that were old but due to the differences were uncommentable. We all learnt a few things from this:-
1. We were a pack, and could not be separated. United we stand divided we fall.
2. If ever in a fight always chose a good mediator (because of which this finally happened: hats off to you buddy, your return gift: a bigger mimba).
3. Sit across and hear the other party out.
4. Never ever believe everything that you hear until its from the right person.
5. Kiss and make up ASAP.
6. Recognize the black sheep in the group and never let it spoil the chemistry that all share.

This is a valuable chapter in mine as well as everyone of my idiot’s life and we would like to close this with a smile. And I have only few words to describe the happiness………. we are back with a “Bang”.


P.S:- We are Awesome!!!!!

When i met John Abraham.

The evening was a bit dull as I had overslept and woken up at 8 pm, which always makes me feel a bit bored. But we had planned to go for dinner at a popular joint in bandra so I took a quick bath and freshened myself a bit. We reached bandra by 10 and as luck would have it the place where we decided to have dinner was closed on Mondays only. So we took to another eating joint at carter road. The usual crowd of youngsters with amazing cars and almost s dozen superbikes amazed me as we were having the sinful deserts at the CCD outlet on carter road. After the desert session we decided to sit at the seafront and enjoy the vibrancy of the place. We were entertained a bit by a drunken old man who was circling the police officers at their booth so I and harshad decided to watch that fun for some time, as it was fun. But we were already late it was 12:15am, a bit more late and we would have missed the last train back home. So we took the first auto that we came across for bandra station. As usual the three of us were chatting along the way when we happened to pass two Audi Q7s parked back to back, at the first instance I did not mind it at first then impulsively I turned around to look at the other Q7. I saw the number plate it rang a bell somewhere, and suddenly I knew to whom it belonged. I yelled at the autowalla to stop the auto he was about to stop on the side of the road but I couldn’t wait for it I jumped out of the auto and ran all the way back to the Q7 and again checked the number just to make sure that I was right and yes I was, the next five minutes were a high for me. I shouted for my friend to come with me and the moment I turned around there he was coming out of the restaurant in a grey t-shirt and jeans it was “John Abraham” .
I had come close to meeting him twice in the past but could not manage it but I knew this time I was gonna meet him for sure as there was no one around in the whole road except a couple of his friends and a couple of mine. My opening lines were “Sir am a big fan of yours, can have a pic with you?” I said “Ya sure” was his reply. After my friend took our picture I told him that I was a big fan and that this was a dream come true experience for me because sure enough it was. I told him that I couldn’t believe it that I was meeting him personally and could I shake hands with him once more to be sure this was not a dream and he very sweetly obliged. After that I asked him authoritatively why he wasn’t active on twitter to which he replied that it wasn’t him but a fake account. I also told him that I had once received a reply to his mail from his official site John Abraham.com to which he said he cant make out time be active frequently. I have always read and heard about him being humble but now I guarantee this as my friend who had taken the picture came up towards me to give me my phone, john himself went up to him and shook hands with him, name one celeb who would do that. After that he asked me what I was doing I told him I was a final year law student in” Government law College” to which he replied that he used to be a student of “Jai Hind” just behind my college. I told him that I already knew about the fact and that I had memorized his car number and that’s how I came to know that he was at the restaurant. While leaving I told him that I was a hardcore john Abraham fan and I even mentioned his address to him and I could tell from his looks that he was impressed. I wished him luck for his new movie “Desi Boys” and finally once more I told him,” thanks you sir this was a dream “ and shook hands with him once more. He was kind enough to oblige. All this is something which my friend told me after he left because the five minutes I was with him I was not in my senses and I didn’t know what I was saying to him. My friend told me that in the five minutes that I met him I shook hands with him four times. It took me atleast half an hour to realize that I had actually lived one of my crazy dreams where I get to talk to him personally without disturbance for some time, it was fulfilled and I couldn’t have been more happier. I idolize him not for his acting but for being what he is, and now after this brief meet with him and after experiencing his humbleness I have just begun to respect him more. Long live J.A. you rock.

Looking back as how it happened I am forced to believe that there is some force somewhere which made this meet possible. If we would have got the next auto, if we had left when parth wanted us to leave and if I wasn’t that car crazy that I would have turned to look at the two Q7’s parked back to back this wouldn’t have happened, this is a perfect example of being at the right place at the right time. My car frenzy fulfilled one of my living dreams if it hadn’t been for my impulse for turning back just to stare at the Q7 I wouldn’t have met him. Finally one of the three dreams has been fulfilled the next two in the pipeline.

Why we should value our life

The daily buss of life makes us take many things for granted and many times something really disastrous makes us really value it. For the last ten days I was regularly going to the Tata Memorial Hospital in Mumbai as my aunt was being treated for cancer there. Initially I did not realize how dangerous this diseases was until I saw how many were affected by it without any remedy. The thing that moved my heart was when I saw a young kid effected by cancer, he was bald apparently because of the chemotherapy treatment and had a couple of tubes on him and he was so little hardly 6 years of age completely unaware of what he will face and without even knowing the true meaning of life. Then again I saw another kid this was a toddler, I could not believe that such a small kid could be having this diseases. We really don’t know the importance of life and we easily give up when we face hassles in life, looking at such small kids who smile at u when u see them makes u realize that even big hassles of life are small compared to what they go through. We have been so involved in the materlistic world of ours that we don’t realize the importance of life and how lucky we are to be alive till date without any suffering. One incident that really made me think that we should value life is when one day at the same hospital a 3 year old kid passed away and that too very abruptly in the middle of her treatment and it was something which was very hard to believe and when u see such kids sitting there in the queue for their chemo and playing withe their toys without even bothering why they are there in the first place. This made me realize that there is so much to be done in this world other than being selfish we should help such people who are effected in such bad ways , may be someone does not realize what I am feeling or what i am trying to say but the day when a dying kid smiles back at you showing one of his tooth missing and that innocent smile makes u feel really sad because u know how things will end up with him while he’s unaware what he’s gonna go through.
It’s really sad that for some money is not a problem but their cancer is so serious that money can t save them and for some people cancer is at a moderate stage but they don’t have money to get it treated for example a simple tube or a stapler that is used instead of the stitches costs more than 20K and many times the lack of a specialist for a particular cancer makes matter s worse and the costs go up to Rs. 20 lacs for an injection. Kids at the age when they are supposed to play and laugh around they spend major part of their childhood undergoing treatment. Another incident that made me feel bad was when a kid hardly 10 or something was waiting with his parents for the lift and all of a sudden he started crying aloud holding his stomach and every1 was stunned including his parents as no one knew what happened to him and then he was taken to the emergency ward for treatment. This particular experience made me value life more than I used to and made me realize that as an individual we have to fulfill some social responsibilities towards the society by helping such people as much as we can in the span of our life, because u don’t know when u will be pulled the loop of any such thing.

The Mumbai Locals

The first thing that comes to a person’s mind when he thinks about the Mumbai local trains is the crowded compartments that are packed to brim and looks as if people are overflowing from the compartments, but after a couple of years I am accustomed to this life and I must admit its really a very efficient mode of public transport. The services start at 4am in the morning and goes on till 1.40 am the next morning which leaves only round about 2 hours without the services. The trains are usually jam packed and u have to actually squeeze yourself in to the compartment and be abused a dozen times, once I was jam packed in this local so bad that I could feel the phone vibrating in my pocket but I could not manage to get my hand to the phone it was so damn packed, and incase u have someone who’s taller than u standing in front of u then u will die of the stench of his sweat and there’s no means to escape and if a lady is travelling in the second compartment then u have to be very careful not to even touch her as u will be bashed. Pickpockets are a big menace during the rush hours and because of this even if your hand brushes a person’s bum by mistake u will be frowned at, I have seen people rubbing themselves to a person standing next to him as his hand is unable to reach the specific body part and many a times u will see people in funny poses like I have seen a person who had another person’s leg tightly squeezed between his own legs. I recently had a two month internship for which I used to regularly catch the 6:16 Virar and after a few days even the fellow travelers were no more strangers and I knew precisely where everyone would get down this reminded of my school going days when I used to go in an auto with other kids and we became fellow travelers. There’s something in the locals that makes u feel good when a guy who tries to catch a running train a fellow travelers lends out his hand to pull him up regardless of the fact that he himself doesn’t have enough space to stand, whenever the train’s packed and a guy stands up from his seat and offers it to someone and that person in turn offers it to you in case u are eyeing at the seat, the regulars having a suitcase placed between them and playing out cards, organizing events inside the trains etc. for many people this bonding becomes a second home I have seen people reserve a whole booth for their friends who then join form the next station and then they have a blast. Its also the best place to catch sleep but u need to be alert when your station comes I almost missed mine once. The heavenly feeling of travelling in a train comes when u stand on the footboard at night on a fast train which is travelling from dadar to Mumbai central because that’s when most of the trains touch breakneck speeds and the cool air slaps against your face. But as good the trains are so are the mishaps once I saw a man go down the train in front of me and he broke his leg so bad that he had to drag himself onto the platform before the next train could come a terrifying site and so horrible that I feared travelling in locals for over a week but this has now become a part and parcel of life for mumbaikars sadly. The best part about the trains is that u wont ever feel lonely even if u r depressed catch a borivali fast or a virar fast u will be so involved in finding your own standing space properly that u will forget every tensions of life. Mumbai wouldn’t have been what it is today if it weren’t for the trains.

Age of Social Networking.

Earlier whenever I opened the internet I always used to go to yahoo mail or gmail but the increasing trend of social networking sites has changed that routine to facebook and twitter. Its amazing how people are addicted to it so badly……..i mean its good for connecting with friends but what’s the use of adding people in your friends list whom u have just met once in your lifetime. The moment u meet someone somewhere at a social gathering or some party after 20 min of conversation the inevitable next question is are u on facebook??.....what the heck u r not gonna meet that guy again ever and still he need u in your friends list just to brag about it in front of others that my friends list is longer than yours……..i just don’t understand such people. Sharing anything new in life and something good on status updates is fine but when people put status updates like,”m going to pee will be back in 5 min”……..dude are u in the middle of an AGM that u need to inform others the time u need to take that bathroom break. People keep their best pics on the profile photo, the pic which shows them in their best looks and I know people who go through a lot of pain to just get that perfect pic so that others can comment. The most funny thing about facebook is that u don’t meet your neighbors in the building but u will find them online on your fb chat list……there’s just one wall separating u but still u need to chat on fb. And acquaintances who meet us accidently on chats have this typical tendency after 5 min of formal hi how are u, to type in “gotta go dude sorry catch u later”………..i get it u need to chat with other people and that’s just an excuse to stop chatting…….FB has its own best points, in a family like mine where its big enough to populate an restaurant v walk into, it helps to know whats new with the other cousins in the family as they regularly update their status.

Twitter is just madness like facebook, the only difference being that u can add celebs in your list of following. I have a twitter account and often use it to see what my fav. stars are upto, like I knew that SRK was on a family holiday recently, Piggy chops returned to Mumbai after shooting for two months in coorg etc. U can find all celebs on twitter from Barrack Obama to Chunky Pandey (superstar of all time)……….twitter has bridged the gap between fans and their idols, thats good as v get to know things before the papers can publish them, and if u get lucky there is a chance that your idol may also reply to you on the site. But there are two things I find pathetic about it:-
1. Why is there a breaking news when big celebs get their accounts made, when Big B made his account there was enough coverage let alone news even people like Karan Johar twitting,” roll the drums for Big b”, similar situation when sachin joined in he recorded highest no. of followers in a hour ( he is really synonymous to GOD and doesn’t tweet like crazy ), now when aamir joined it on Big Bs request another top story same was the case when bipasha joined. There are so many things to cover to be shown in the news I just don’t get it why these things have to be breaking news. People who are on twitter will already know about it the rest are just oldies who want to do better things in life than following celebs on social networking sites.
2. The other irritating thing I find is when celebs tweet like crazy and stupid, specially people like Celina Jaitely and Mallika sherawat, twitter guys should put in a tweet limit for such people for eg only 30 tweets in a month. And sometimes they forget that they are celebs and chat normally on twitter and when its breaking news all they have to say is “no comments “or “people should respect others personal life”……..if u want that u shouldn’t have been on twitter in the first place.
As I always believe that nothing’s permanent, even this phase of facebook and twitter will pass out as orkut did.

P.S.:- I love following Priyanka Chopra on twitter as she’s regular with uploading pics which gives fans like me a chance to take a look at what she’s upto.

R.I.P. Nana

I woke up early as i had exams in two days time and i had not studied anything for the subject. Before i could sit i decided to give a call home to inquire about my grandfather's health which was very bad the previous night. I was informed that last night he was restless and now that he's sitting up and all and that he's on the road to recovery. My dad held the phone to his ears so that i could talk but he didnt talk to me probably because he didnt even understand what was going on. I started my usual routine of studies and dad called at 9.45 before i picked up the call i knew something was wrong and somewhere in my mind a thought of my nana passing away crept up, i wasnt wrong that was indeed the news, i still remember how dad sobbed on the phone and his only lines were "Appu's gone" he disconnected immediately after this. I was standing like a thunder had struck me, tears rolling down uncontrollably. And as soon as i closed my eyes to stop the tears, i saw my grandfather carrying a red pedal car on his back and walking into my house on my 3rd birthday and it was the best gift i had got that year, the next picture of the last time i had seen him and i could see those helpless eyes trying to say something but i couldnt make out what. It was so sudden, he was unwell for quite a sometime but was recovering. I had to get there no matter what was my first thought, dad called me up and told me to catch a flight somehow and get to ahmedabad asap. i called a friend of my sister to get an agent to book a ticket because there was some problem in the airport and the last flight to leave ahmedabad was at 1.30 so i had to get a ticket on it no matter what. The same friend got me the ticket printout at 12.45 and i had to check in by 1.30... it was a mad run to the airport but finally i made it. All the while in the flight i could only remember his helpless eyes and the red car that he had bought for me. I landed at ahmedabad and was straight on my way to my house. The moment i entered my house i saw him lying motionless its really a wired feeling because the person whom u have seen around u all your life suddenly knowin he wont move any more sends a chill down his spine. The situation at my place was really bad and soon as i went inside every1 was crying my tears were about to erupt but i knew i had to hold it back as every single person i saw from my dad to my smallest cousin were crying. I knew i had to be strong here and i met my grandmom she hugged me and said to me in my year in the middle of unstoppable sobs " Appu's gone son, he's gone".....

After a while of crying and despair i was informed that i was supposed to be the one along with my uncle to do the last rites and it was hard because as soon as they tied him up i felt really bad and a sudden feeling of anger filled me up to hit the guy who was doing this to my dear grandfather but i held myself back still not shedding a single drop of tear. But then came the most toughest part when we took him to the crematorium and i was told to apply ghee on his feet and face so that the body could burn fast while applying it i could see his eyes and still i could not manage any tears and then another depressing task was to put his body into the electric furnace which again i had to initiate and there was a sea of sorrow in my heart. And finally when i thought that all was done came the last rites of the charred bones and the first piece was a piece of his skull which we had to take in a clay pot for immersion. As soon as i reached back home i knew in my heart that i had grown into a man. I had to get back to mumbai the very next day as i had my exams day after so it was a really long shot. At night i realised that i hadnt cried since when i had first heard the news but somehow i couldnt, i really felt the need of someone with whom i could just sit and cry. Sadly i could not do it with my family members, thats when i realised the importance of a shoulder to cry on. As soon i sat in my flight the very next day it hit me hard as to what i had gone through the previous day and for almost 45 minutes i just kept cryin alone in intervals because of the small small things i remembered. I landed gave my exams but still even today when i close my eyes to remember him all i can see is the red car on his shoulders and his helpless eyes in his last days and i felt bad for one thing when i had met him last time when i was coming back to mumbai i kissed his hand which he held tightly and mom told to give him a hug, which i didnt i dont know why but i just didnt hug him and that pain of not huggin him will stay with me for the rest of my life. R.I.P Nana

The 2 Years!

The other day i woke up with a thought of going back to my old college in baroda where i had spent 2 years of my life just enjoying along with bogus college studies..........so i packed my bag and headed to the place, all nature's odd were against me with sudden heavy downpour and flooding early in the morning i had to delay my commencement but i did go. Returning back to the city made me feel a bit fresh all the old memories came flooding back to my mind and to top it all there was this excellent atmosphere settleing in which promised the onset of rains. I met one of my close friends first of all, a guy who when i came to this city with my friend and we were lonely for being away from home in a strange city for the first time in life, rendered a helping hand and was kind to us. We caught up on old times and thats when i realised that it felt as if i had been here again after ages while it was just 2 years since i had left the city. A ride through the campus made me more excited and happy and finally we reached the hostel where i can vouch that i had spent the best and the most carefree days of my life. All the memories of us having tea together at the canteen, playing cricket at midnight in the lobby, pouring water over each other, celebrating birthdays etc made me nostalgic. I met my room mate who used to stay with us in the hostel and it did feel good. Sometimes it made me wonder how would have life turned out if i had never left this place........guess it will remain a mystery forever. But i learnt that its really important for us to go back to our roots once upon a tiime just to see and realise as to from where v began our journey of life and where v have to reach. It feels good.

The First Pay Cheque

The day was full of excitement as it was my last day in office I was about to get my first pay cheque of my life and I was going back home the same night. I reached the office really early by 10.45 a feat I didn’t achieve in the whole month of my internship period. We had to get our certificates signed by the Firm Partners to get our pay cheques. But as soon as we went to meet the partner he had already signed it. And then we rushed upto the accounts department to get our cheques and they woundt give it to us till afternoon, waiting for the cheque was really like waiting for exam results. Finally we went upstairs and they handed us our cheques and as any curious human being would do, our eyes went over to the payment amount and it was a shocker it was 6 grant, we hadn’t expected anything more than 3 this was a real shock and surprise for us. With 6 grant and 1100 worth of sudexos we had earned 7100 as my first salary the feeling was damn good as if a whole new independent phase in my life had begun. It was a moment to live for. We left the office soon enough to start our journey back home. At home when I handed over the pay cheque to my dad he had tears in his eyes, mom was jubilant and as far as my sister is concerned she was already planning how to spend those 1100 worth sudexos on meals. I got the cash from dad and went over to meet my grandfather who was not well and as I gave my salary to my grandmother she was thrilled and I could actually imagine her going back in thoughts to the time when I was a toddler and she took care of me. My grandfather being unwell couldn’t make out what I had placed in his hand but then when I left I was told he realized what it was and was trying to keep it safely in his pant pockets. That was a touching moment. As for mom and dad I knew if I gave them money they would the very next day deposit it in my account so I bought them a new cordless phone as a gift and finally all were happy and the next working day I sent some money over to my grandma in Kerala and m sure she will also be thrilled as everyone else. Over all the first pay cheque that u get has a lot more value than just being money it holds a significant importance in your life. The best part in all the drama was that i found a deep sense of satisfaction because i knew that i had achieved it all by my self i.e. without any reference or anything, i applied for it on my own worked for it on my own etc...........so one little achievement in my life.......

Birthday with policemen at Gateway!!!

Many times a very simple and odd way of celebrating a birthday turns out to be a memorable one. At this birthday of one of my best pals we did one of the most unique things, we celebrated his birthday by cutting his birthday cake at the Gateway of India at midnight with the cops. It all started with a surprise planned for my pal, he wanted to celebrate just by being at marine drive till midnight so we decided to add up some spice to his plan. Two of our friends decided to come with the cake to marine drive exactly at 12 and the original plan was to cut the cake at marine drive but as there was still some time left before midnight we decided to grab a bite and to do that we ended up near Gateway. So after we had some food one of our friends gave us the idea of cutting the birthday cake at Gateway. Initially we were against it considering that after 26/11 the security around Gateway will not permit any kind of get-together and that too at 12 in the morning. As soon as we placed the cake on the dusty walls near Gateway a policeman on beat duty came in and demanded an explanation but seeing that we were innocent college kids he ordered us to round it up quickly. We did cut the cake and celebrated his birthday in an unorderly manner and afterwards as by the end of the celebration we saw that by that time many a policemen had gathered on patrol duty at the Gateway. Instinctively we decided to offer them the cake in good faith and we were a bit skeptical about their approach to our offer. But to our surprise they were pretty happy that we offered them the celebrated birthday cake and by the time we distributed the cakes to all there were none left. In the end they wished the birthday boy a long and successful live with the add on tips of being a good citizen. After all this ended and we were on our way back to our bachelor pad that’s when we realized that this was one of a kind birthday celebration at the Gateway with the policemen.

Immature Love

College days are the days to enjoy with your friends and chose your field of interest and start work for a living, but what I see nowadays is the urgency among people hardly in their 20s to fall into a relationship with the opposite sex. I have seen people going crazy after each other to the extenet of forgetting even their closest buddies. The best dialogue that I often hear from people when I ask them about the craziness of a relationship is, “You wont understand it because u haven’t been in a relation, it is a different feeling that is fun and cant be described” Ok fair enough I say but what really bothers me is the mad rush for commitment among the youngsters, I cant believe people who have been in a relation for just 5 months committing to get married at the tender age of 21. You know your parents who brought you up and your friends who have been with you in thick and thin and one fine day a girl or a boy comes to your life and then all the people who have been with you till now, take a backseat. I appreciate one school friend of mine whom unfortunately am not in touch with, one day I saw him at the movies and was about to go and meet him when I saw a girl emerging besides him and I had heard the news that he was into a relation, so I decided not to go up and talk to him. The next time when I met him I told him about the incident and all he said was, “dude she knows me only for a year and u know me since the last five years so who do you think has the priority you or her?”……this sentence really touched my heart. I have known people who just because others have a girlfriend are desperate to have one in their life and the most illogical reasoning that they give is that “I am fed up of my life I need a change” so try going on a vacation but for such people its getting a girlfriend that s the solution. What happens is that at such tender age people tend to get so emotionally involved that when the relation does not work out and they break-up they go on to the extent of ruining their careers as these years are critically important. I am not against boyfriend-girlfriend relation but I really feel that people should be mature enough to enter into a relation and not go on dreaming about their future life. I find it really irritating when people are like, “I am done with her now and I am going to move on, but she’s still my very good friend and v are still in touch” I find this concept stupid when a boy and a girl break-up and say that they are still the best of friends, if its only the boy or the girl then its fine but if its their lethal combination that makes it illogical. Now after seeing many of my friends deeply involved I have derived one thing which is that people who are really in love can go to any extent of madness and during that phase of madness their rational thinking drops to an unbelievable level. As one of my best friend asked me this question “Why is it that people always “Fall” in love?”……………….and I believe that no one can give an appropriate answer to that one.

Diwali: Festival of Lights or Pollution?

Diwali is one of the widely celebrated festival in the whole country. The skies light up with different colours and make u smile. Today being the day, i intended to stay indoors due to the mad busting of the crackers but as luck would have it i had to step out to buy some stuff from a nearby store and i decided to go on foot as i was afraid that on a vehical i might be hit by some rocket as people bust crackers at any damn place without bothering about anything and when u are walking u are more flexible to those stuffs. So as i started out i was invited by the deafning noise of crackers busting back to back and the rockets whining into the sky and then the thick smoke which almost choked me to death, i agree that its a festival of lights but not this kind of toxic form of lights. It made me wonder that are people aware of the alarming global warming or are they simply ignorant about it. This is what v inhale the fumes of the busted crackers. I still curse the guy who invented crackers. I am not against celebrating festivals but this is harmful and is gonna only kill us slowly, some one has rightly said that humans arent the most intelligent but the most stupid animals.............

Golden Moments

There are times when u are into a dilemma as what to do and what not to....u start feeling that the condition never existed. I recently went through such a hard dilemma wherein one of my best friends was in an emotional trauma and i knew he needed me to be there with him but bang i was in Mumbai and he was in Ahmedabad, i curse these situations so much when i am not there for my near and dear one's when they require me to be with them. It hurts when u know that u cant be there even though u know your presence will have a very deep impaact on how things turn out. I really feel that development in the world has only brought material happiness to the people and the fell good factor of a good life is often lost in this race for development. Now a days every1 has to run after money not if to fulfill their own dreams but the dreams of those dependent on them.......being career oriented is good but whats the point if u have big bucks but dont have the time to be their with family and friends during stressing times.....its useless but now its a way of life and ever1 accepts it.........i remember the care free days that i had with a couple of my close friends all we used to do was play cricket and watch movies the whole day............those were some of the best days of my life......but now every1's apart one guy is in the U.S. in search of better prospects and another works in Google both in very demanding spheres of their own life........and i am here in Mumbai trying to do the same the world is doing, pathing a better career prospect for myself........v are in touch as a blessing of the mobile world but its only seldom that v catch up as most of the times our schedules of going back home is not the same. I recently on a very happy occasion on my part missed my brother a lot but he was away in delhi studying MBA.........he will surely come back in a couple of months but there wont be that 'missing' element that i had for him for the occasion. We in the struggle of life and being one of the best are constantly loosing on very important bondings of our life with friends and family. I still remember how as a kid going to school in rickshaw v used to play silly games like antakshari, vasir, the red car etc i all seems stupid sometimes but those times really captured our innocence as kids........carefree.......minus responsibilites of life........people used to tell me these are the best days enjoy it to your full but during that time the school homework was a big burden........and now i really feel i can do a week's homework in a day if i get to live that life again...........i want to completely enjoy my last year in college so that sometime in future i dont compare my professional life full of commitments to the carefree days of college when i did not have enough fun........ I just wish this moments to come again so that what we missed in our 'struggle to be the best' is not repeated.........deep inside a know its not gonna happen because time is like the Mumbai locals once gone is never gonna come back..........wish this world was enclosed in a cycle of monotony......

Shameless GRPs!!!!

I was browsing through the papers yesterday when a particular incident caught my eye. The news was about another unfortunate man who fell off the local train and lost his both legs, in a city like Mumbai almost 90% of the people use local trains as their public transport this incidents are reported almost every alternate day. The railway police are presumed to help people when anything this serious happens, some are good officers who ensure that the victim gets to hospital on time and that his relatives are informed, but some just turn out to be black sheeps. In this particular case after the man lost both his legs he became unconcious and the GRP at Dadar station took his body and kept it in front of the station masters office and when the station ambulance was summoned to take the man to the hospital it refused for no reason and when the GRP had to sum up Rs. 700 to call up a private ambulance they just did not pool in money for the victim to be taken to the hospital. The incident happened at 1 in the morning and the victim was kept in front of the station master's office till 9 a.m. when some commuters gathered and staged a protest it helped in summoning an ambulance and the most pathetic conduct was when the body was taken in a cart provided to the porters at the station to ferry luggage instead of a strecher. When the body reached the hospital the doctor declared him dead. The man had died within one hour of the incident, had the GRPs and the station officials not wasted anytime and if they had pooled in Rs. 700 they could have saved a priceless life. I have myself witnessed such an incident when a man fell form a running a train and his leg was cut into peices i must say its easy to say that we must help but when you see blood and his bones sticking out of his leg it can make any one dizzy, the people called the GRP to help him after all they are trained for such mishaps but they just took their time and came in well after 10 mintes of the incident. This left me numb and i got jitters when i used to board or get off the locals for almost a week. I personally feel that the GRPs should take thier duty seriously because its people's life they are dealing with here and we pay for them damnit through burdened taxs.........

Siba(sim)lifying Education.

Our HRD minister Kapil Sibal also a well known lawyer of the Supreme Court brought about another significant proposal to uphold the education levels in India. After making 10 Exams optional he has already lessened the burden of the new generation students but now he has proposed a plan wherein there will be one subject of law mandatory till class XII, i being a law student feel this would be a great step to erase the ignorance of law that many in the country face, even if a student grows up to be a succcessful professional then also he wont be having even the basic knowledge of law. Including a basic subject of law in the syllabus as the Constitution or the History of Courts would be enough to make the New Generation aware of the basic utilities of law. In a wide country like India to spread the knowledge of law is a difficult task which can be simplifed or sibalified as i say by implementation of this plan. Also Mr. Sibal's secondary proposal is, that there should be a graduation degree with law in every field which gives us the hope of eradicating ignorance of law in the Country. He says that like the five years course which i m currently doing offers me a law degree then in the normal graduation degrees like B.A., B.Sc. etc can also have one basic subject of law relating to their field and theirs degrees can be given as B.A. ( Law) or B.Sc. (Law), this according to me would help professionals in their own respective field to have a basic knowledge of how law governs their field as every field engineering, medicine, etc is governed directly or indirectly by law. This would in many ways also help in the awarness of an individual's right; as a B.A. grad would not know what is Article 22 of the Constitution which i know is Preventive Detention and this being the fundamental right should be known by all. The new proposed plan promises to eradicate this problem. But the only problem i see is that limited awarness has lead to this many arrers in the various courts then what would happen when people are completely aware?????