"Papa" !!
That happiness when you return from a hectic day from office and some one comes running to you and her voice fades away all your tiredness.
(untying shoes)...!!!
Whats up Dear ?? How are you doing ?? 

"Oh common " came a strong voice from inside. "You are late as usual" . 
Is it the right time to come home ? Little Eisha is almost tired waiting for you and so am i .

And that moment you have to be silent. Don't ever think of using the proverb "Silence says more than words"
Better keep it till the dinner is over.

It's been a daily routine for me. Arriving late as always than her. But that's called life. But what raised exponentially is the love between us.
The love that started some way like this :-

Flashback  few years back : My story of a Long Distance Relationship
Many people have their own views and opinions about a long distance relationship. But it's better to draw conclusion when you are into it. Just like you can't judge a shoe from its look, wearing it some times help you more.

Love is not the way it happens before.With the more and simpler ways to connect people together from all over the world, you can know a lot about them. Soon enough, you are learning more about this other person than you know about your next door neighbor, which results in a strong, deep connection. 

Have Read it some where "A man is someone who takes care of his business and his woman".
And if you are the right guy to take care of the saying, I think happiness is all yours.

You meet someone online, who could live thousand miles away from you, and you begin telling that person all about yourself. Why not? no real risk involved. If the person doesn't like what they are hearing about you, who cares. It's not as if you are ever going to meet the person anyway, you don't even know them. But what happens when that same person enjoys everything you have to say, and begins telling you about themselves in return? Before you know it, you have told your entire life story, including things your best friend's don't even know, to someone you considered a stranger a few days ago. You find yourself hopping online a lot more often, in hopes of chatting it up with your new friend. In a short period of time, you begin talking to this person more than you talk to anyone else in your life, including those you see often. A strong attachment/bond begins to form between the two of you, and you are quickly falling in love. Now what?

You have fallen for that mesmerizing smile and you are ready to die for it.

And Don't worry about those thousand miles what i have mentioned.
It's not like the Coulomb's law in physics where you have to fear about the distance. 

Jab chemistry acchi ho toh then kaahe ka Physics se darr ??

But it do biologically prove something as well.

"If the two charges have the same sign, the electrostatic force between them is repulsive; if they have different sign, the force between them is attractive."

Hope you have applied little Biology with Physics this time.

Getting out of the theories, emotional connection are the base of any relations. You can be physically attracted to any random person you meet, but overtime, that attraction is going to fade and you will realize there is nothing there emotionally. You will come to realize that it is much easier to fall in love with someone through conversation than it is to fall in love with someone you are physically with. But can a long distance relationship actually work out in the end?  

Yes, No / May be ?? 
But it is a big Yes for me.

When you talk about love, it should be unconditional. So why a name to a relationship. A relationship is always a relationship. Then why the need of putting a phrase "long distance" to it though we know we all belong to the same planet. Not like a extra ordinary love story where we talk about galaxies.

Every Relationships require a lot of patience, will power, and effort on both partners. If you have what it takes, then A Long Distance Relationship will definitely work in your favor, and may even end up being the greatest love story you will ever have. 

So love the way it is. Love it your way !!

"Dinner is ready" !!! Again that voice reminds me that i can't be late this time.
                                                                                                               
                                                                                                                             Love  you                                                                                                                                 Chini

Would you be my Valentine ?

No No Never !!! Boys Hold on ............. Not for you as i am completely a combination of XY Chromosome. For Girls you have a life time to decide......!!!

                                          Moving on !!! I recall last Valentine day i started my world of blog ( In fact the world says it blog, for me it's my way to prove my hobbie).

It's 14th Feb again, for some it's the day of love, the end of the love week, for some it's the same day with 24 hours. Sun rising in the east, and setting North ???? West re !!! 

I know this day is very special, but if your love is eternal it's just like a valentine day everyday. Some questions the existence of love. Of course it's there.

"How come Bappi Lahiri wearing gold chains ??" Pyaar bina Chain kahan re ?? So it's there for sure.

And any one noticed reading it carefully, that i have misspelled hobby as hobbie in the 4th line. It seems windows provide a spell check but not your brains :p

Life and Love always have a same thing in common. Apart from both start & end letters are same, both .length() method returns same value. Both runs in parallel. Some times sync can be lost, but they can be retained. For some it's a dream coming true, some it's a dream that never let you sleep.

It's always a temporary madness, whenever you fall in love. Flooded with feelings, raising like a tsunami, erupting like an earthquake and then it subsides. Don't think i have a wrong impression as i am comparing it with natural calamities. Of course it's natural !! But not sure if it's a calamity ?? but it subsides for sure. And when it does, you have to be decisive. Then it put a mark of confusion, whether you are so close that you should ever part. But that is the answer. That is what Love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not a joyous ride, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that she is kissing every part of the body.
No ... please that is not that funny !!! don't blush even !!

I am just alongside with the truth. For that is just being in love; which many of us can convince ourselves what we are. Love it self is what is left over, when being is love has burned away.

Working as a web developer now a days, can simply say "You can't leave !! My Heart doesn't validate without you" . Form validations are not that easy either :p Believe me :)

Almost a 7 long years !!

Still most of the questions unanswered !! 

"Why you are expecting a call ??"

"If she calls .. Why she should ask about you ??"

"Who the hell i am to her ??"

and a big LOL... :p

and here i got my answer !! LOL - Live Out with Love. 

                                                                         Happy Valentine Day ----- Chinmay 

That was the Night Before........

5 tips to do well in exam ( I have read it somewhere during my childhood days.)

1> Eat a well Balanced Dinner.
2> Get a full night Rest.
3> and the next day. Wake up.
4> Eat a well Balanced Breakfast.
5> Leave early for the exam. (Don’t forget to have Curd).

Yeah these may work for them who have prepped well the whole semester.
What about those who are still searching for the syllabus the very last night before the exam. Some still are unaware about the fact that there is a exam tomorrow.

And if it comes to fear;
Darrte toh hum kisike..... Baap se nahi.
Par apne Baap se darr toh lagta hi hai.

And some talks about the MOOD;
"Bhagwaan ka diya sab kucch hai,
  Books hai, Notes hai, time hai,
  Aur Honsla toh itna hai ki .....
  Jab chahun khambe ukhad sakta huin,
  Jab chahun padh ke top kar sakta huin..!!
  Parr ek baat ki kami hai.... yeh MOOD saala bantaa hi nahi.

But, believe me those days were awesome.

Those tensed nights, those unfulfilled dreams, that hard coffee, those cheap cigarettes, those Midnight alarm and a hope to fight the lone battle the very next day.

And Some are ready with the excuses for skipping exams:-
“I missed the exam because I consumed a bag of fat-free Pringles while studying the night before and the Olestra gave me anal leakage, abdominal cramping, and diarrhoea”.

Understood anything??

Even the Professor is busy  understanding what the actual problem is? :P
Some one rightly said "The best way to convince someone is to confuse someone."

Some are ready with their master plans: - How to spend 3 hrs in the exam hall?

2:00-2:10  Write the reg no. & subject code.
2:10-2:40   Read carefully the instructions given.
2:40-3:40  Read the question paper twice.
3:40-4:15   See if you understand any questions and write whatever you want to.
                      (FAKE it if you cannot MAKE it).
4:15-4:20  Ask for water & drink,
                     Next go out to the toilet to know “Kis kis ki phatti padi hai??”
                     That gives you confidence that you are not alone.
4:20-5:00 Dikhaa Saale!! Pass karaade please, Agle baar se pakka padhke aaunga.

Every semester, the schedule has played its negative part followed by some sleepless night.
(Movie, Masti, Mazak suddenly turned into M for Maatam).
Things completely changed, those deserted addaas.
That VLC media player turned Adobe Reader.
Those playing cards turned exam notes.

That wall once posted with erotic hot girls turned the one posted with equations & formulas.

But despite those, a belief is there to strive hard for it and success is all ours.

Those shattered books, Those pirated DvDs, That afflict desktop-monitor, Those crippled Ear-phones,That torn mattress, Those uncooked Maggi and 2-3 heads coming out of a shared blanket (Always had a Tortoise feeling from that).

And a kameena always there within us only reading PREVIOUS YEAR QUESTIONs and keep asking everyone “Previous year padhucha ki naahi. Sabu seithiru Asiba”.

And a long queue for the toilet, that exposed hairy-scary legs and those towel pulling. It all became the part of that night where we have started our mission to do or die.
That oath “Back laagibara naahi”.

But the thing that counts for us is the patience and the courage we showed!!
Don’t know where that energy comes from at that point of time. Even Einstein’s  mass-energy equivalence ( e= mc2) fails to get a relation out of it.

Today when I have the splash back of those memories, i never have a glimpse of those grade-sheets, but the pictures that roll over are those punchy-crunchy preparation.
That preparation which taught me that team-effort, that patience, that courage and never to give up.

That is what i always loved about exam.

That was the night before..............

What about yours ??                                                        
                                       Chinmay.

India : We the People

Proudly Celebrating 67th year of independence and still enjoying it.

Rupee falling down, If Newton was alive today.. he’d have redefined gravity based on d falling Rupee and we’d have a new value... Apples fall slower...!!

Prayers to God to stop rains so that our traffic moves smoothly on pothole filled roads or that demure dressing protects girls from rape (I wonder which diaper the baby that have been raped should have worn!). Few Protests, Candle March and then every one forget it and get indulges in watching IPL matches.

When a new shocker comes courtesy the ruling party. If we were to believe them than no one should be poor because you can have a meal for 12 rupees a day. Few said it depends on one's perception.
But never realized Onions in Salad are missing these days with their price touching 80's.

Stop saying we will not play cricket match against Pakistan if they attack and behead our dozen of soldiers. That's a very good excuse though. 
Stop playing politics on the natural disaster.  That's not their fault as it's Lord Indra who forgot to mend his tap which was leaking. That's why heavy pouring.

Dear Politician this game of statistics to prove that "aal izz welll" in India makes me want to throw up. You crunch the number and make some insane political statements and hope to get away, and sadly you do as many vote you back in power falling for your skewed and dishonest statements. Who do you want to fool? One does not need to be a rocket scientist to see poverty a midst your glitzy malls and gated communities. have you ever thought who build them? And how they live? And where there go? And what happens to their kids?  You come up with cleverly drafted options to meet your so called goals.

I am speechless, repulsed, sick and ashamed of being a citizen of a country where no one cares about the poor. I live in a country where girls are not safe. I live in a country where caste, creed, color, religion matters a lot. I live in a country where everyone live cause they have to. 

We have a "n" number of problems, and we have got "n+1" number of ways to compromise.

And we are still celebrating  the 67th year of Independence. 

Jai Hind.                                                                                                 Chinmay

The Indian Chopper - M.S. Dhoni 

 I recall I was in class Xth and the board exam was at the door knocking hard. 

"You have to be serious now, as you can kick start your career right at this period of time" and a lot of things which can motivate you sometime, but sometimes can put you in the pressure cooker.And if it is a cricket series lined up, that too with Pakistan in the mid of the exam, things must have to get worse.

After a 1-1 leveled series in the Test match, I recall it was 5th of April 2005, the 2nd ODI to be played against Pakistan. Sourav Ganguly won the Toss and elected to bat first. India lost Sachin for a couple as he was struggling for form with the bat that series. 

Look who has arrived now at the crease, the one from the mining state Jharkhand. 

"Kahan kahan se player utha laate hain " some body was shouting from the back.

And i was praying how India can manage to put  good runs in the Scoreboard.

The man who was at the crease with Sehwag was none other than DHONI.

Sehwag started it in style with some leg glances and some cuts above the point region.

But the main part was yet to come after Sehwag departed. It was Dhoni all over the park now and the country hinting a power hitter in the Indian Squad. He smashed his maiden century with 148 runs, and India won the match.

And the very next day, he was the topic of discussion all over. We used to copy his shots, talked about the amount of milk  in his diet, his hair-style. And the craze is on !! Every body wanted to be DHONI.

And some years later his master knock of 183 against Srilanka proved his critics wrong again.

But i don't like him that time, for his shots. They are not stylish. they don't have a definition. Only the ball is muscled to the fence. That's it. !!

Time went by. And i was in the first year of B.Tech. India in the inaugural edition of T20 WC,under the captaincy of Dhoni. 9 out of 10 , I bet have raised the voice" What the Indian team can do without the likes of Sachin, Ganguly and Dravid ?". And they got the answers when he lifted the Trophy after the breathtaking final against Pakistan.

Suddenly i started liking him, and admiring his skills to keep cool during crunch situations and was the best thing to cheer for, and learn as well.

The drought for being the No.1 test team came to an end under his captaincy when India beat Srilanka in December 2009.

And then came the year 2011. The year to be looked for as the cricketing extravaganza. The Thirst for lifting the WorldCup, the last been in 1983( Even i was not born that time).

Whenever i watched cricket with my father, he use to give example of Kapil Dev, Chetan Sharma, Srikaanth, Roger Binny. And also he talked about the charm of winning the cup in 1983.

So Winning the WorldCup is not just a glory for my country, But to show him what the generation now can do ? 

It was that night 2nd April, Billions of hearts bleeding blue, and i was one of them. Chasing a target of 275, India lost Sehwag and Sachin cheaply. ( The same Sachin went cheaply during the chase back in 2003 WC Final against the Aussies). Indian middle order has the fight of their life. After the dismissal of Kohli, He came. ( People started criticizing his decision of promoting himself up the order). But what happened next was History. The wait has ended and we are the new Champions in the Globe.

And the best thing was the finish. Length Ball !! Long On Six !! Staring at it, till the gravity pulls it down !! Removing one Stump !! and Tears of happiness. We have done it. 

I can forget cricket, But can't forget that Shot. Even i can say that to my son, what my father used to tease me with the 1983 win.

Time has changed. That is History with the paced up life and the paced up cricket all around. 

What impresses me more is the way MSD lead the team.

Whenever we win, he is GOD. Whenever we lose, Criticism talks badly. 

And we forget after all cricket is played by human beings. Some body wins and the other loses.

That's why we call it a game.

I am not talking the way the cricket has headed this part of time. I am talking about the man who serves the best for the nation. I am talking about DHONI.

"DHONI - Dynamic Hero Of Nation India "

The way he conducts himself on and off the field. You cannot be the same everywhere and Dhoni is none the less. The Dhoni we see in Cricketing field is entirely different from what he is. He is such an adorable gentleman on and off the field. He is so sincere to whatever he is doing and that keeps him moving forward to greater heights. And that's why i am the greatest admirer of him.  He has done so coming from the cricketing backwaters, and through a home-made batting and wicketkeeping technique, and a style of captaincy that scales the highs and lows of both conservatism and unorthodoxy.  

After every game we lose, people ask me " Are you Still with Dhoni ?"

And that's what i reply " aM Still with Dhoni" .

And will cheer when he will come into bat.  Cheer for MSD . Cheer for Team India.

Guess what ???  The Chopper has landed !!

                                                                              -Chinmay-

Home Coming :- A dream .

You know what is common between , When i first opened my eyes, when i first crawled, when i walked few steps and fell down, when i uttered "maa" for the first time , when i first went to school, when i stood first in the Exam ?? .........Its my Home.

This is what Dictionary says about the definition of Home.

"Noun - The place where one lives permanently", esp. as a member of a family or household.

But it definitely has a different meaning for all of us.

Things have changed now-a-days . Every body wants to get away from home,Work hard, make money, But  the missing link is the Home which has made us that capable.

Living far changes you forever. And if it's overseas,you have a different experience. You will never be the same and will never see things the same way again. 

I mentioned this to a friend after having lived abroad for half an year. He looked at me confused and responded," Oh Come on yaar , don't be so depressing !"

It happens, suddenly you changed your life styles, started compelling yourself for every disciplines.But forgot that you are from here only, the place which your body smells,sees,hears,feels and talks.

The first time i experienced it was after returning home from abroad in the late 2012 from Johannesburg. My Home town,which before had given me a sense of comfort and belonging,upon returning seemed stifling and bereft of warmth.

I moved about my days feeling that something was missing but I had no idea what it could be. I eventually came face to face with the starling reality that my home would never, ever again feel the same as it had before. I had sealed my fate the moment I had boarded that plane six months before.

I don’t think there is really any way to describe this feeling to those who haven’t experienced it themselves.  It’s a little like free-falling.  It feels as if we are floating aimlessly on restless waters.  We feel distinctly ungrounded.

What, exactly, is it that causes us to feel this way? Why is it more pronounced when living in a different country than just living in a different city? Does the degree of difference between our home country and the target country determine the degree of change we will experience upon returning?

Life is now busy with work. Tiresome is the word that is inherited and the vitamin capsules has no answer to it. Cheap voip calls to checking the conversion rate has become a daily routine. Still i am happy ?? A big question though !!!

Although it is true that those initial feelings of strangeness have subsided, I still feel that something will never be the same even now, so many years later. Yet when I am back there, I feel the pull to return here, the place I call home. It is as if I am living in a kind of suspended reality, never really here and never really there; restless.

The joy of having spent time in another country is that you slowly become a part of it and bit-by-bit one of its people. Our attention to detail is heightened and we make a concerted effort to understand and fit in until we become one with our new location.  What I have seen and felt and heard and smelled in each of the places I have lived has made me who I am, like a wine having picking up its surrounding elements.

Thus, the final question I ask myself is no longer whether I will ever have that complete sense of home again, that sense of knowing I belong in one place above all others without doubt.  I now ask myself how I can feel at home where I am at this very moment, in this place, with these experiences; each moment finding my way back home.

But i am left out unanswered ..... In fact you all are !! Still we are far away from Home. Still we are happy. Coz a fake smile sometimes can make it. A smile that comes from the face, as the smile from the heart already have perished.

To all those who miss Home ...... !!!              -----Chinmay----- 

DABBA - The lunch time experience

Suddenly I realized, i hadn't written something for a long time. The last been a 3 months back about loving someone whom you never met before.
Even the worst thing is that, I didn't even have an idea for a story. 
So it’s time to utilize Microsoft office tools and do a free writing exercise in place of a story, and simply accept my physical and creative limitations.
So it is the story of the Lunch Box – We used to call it DABBA.
The most searched item in the school bag.

“Chipun…come here!” Maa was screaming in the morning, running after me with a glass of milk in her hand. It was a regular weekday, and the bonding with my bed in the cold winter morning, still pulling me down under the blanket.

“Ohh Maa !! Can i skip School one day??” And guess what have happened next.

Lectures Lectures Lectures !! Just can close the ear and feel why i ain't deaf ?

I was now in Std-Viii , and according to me, i am enough grown up to skip milk. Small babies drank milk, and not the children who go the big school. All his friends talked about drinking cold drinks instead of milk. 

Why am not carrying chips to school instead of a tiffin box, which was carried by babies and kids.

‘Maa, please! I hate milk…’ But i never knew what i hate the most is the mandate for me L. At last got up, got ready for the school and are you still wondering what happened to the milk?? Half became a part of my digestive system (let the digestive enzyme screw that up) and half were drained off in the basin with a tight flow of water side along.

Finally it’s time to go for school, My Hercules AXN ready for the jolts on the road.
‘Wait, you’re forgetting something…’ said Maa, as she picked up the tiffin box.
“What’s there today??”  It’s your favorite Roti and Aloo Bhaja. 

So it’s time to reach the bus stop before the Bus leave the Stop. And what to say about the conductor?? He never allowed me to put my head out of the windows.
Hope i can write his name as the example of bad conductor in the electronics class. :p

It was a big group of ours in the School. Half of them are seriously studious, and few were gluttons who can eat up everything that came there way, even the chalks and the duster.

After a tiresome four back to back classes, we felt like “ chuha daud raha hai pet mein” . Seriously its not chuha, Some times Cat and dogs too !!

Even sometimes we finish it in between the classes , so that we can get enough time to play during the recess break. And even many times were caught eating during classes and were thrown out of the class and sometimes caned also.

But it was the DABBA which matters. The fight for it, the bite of the biggest slice matters as well.

The best thing is the way of approaching it .Just like the way the village dogs approach the flesh.

            Just a simple logic: -
 

            Open it, Put your hand with the threshold and close your eyes. 

        The next moment nothing is left, even no one can realize what was there inside?

            Things have seriously changed now. 

            It’s time to stay far away from home. Cook your own food.
            Pack your DABBA for the lunch and rush for the Office.
            One day I realized is it not the same story?? But the context has changed.

            Time is flying though it has not got wings. 

           That was a day of LEARNING. And now it’s the day of EARNING.

           What comes common in between is the DABBA.

           Dedicated to all my friends who are part of my DABBA journey J