survival of fittest

TOUGH COMPETITION EVERYWHERE

After completing 20 years of life, I have come to know that knowingly or unknowingly we are part of the rat race, world is moving at so faster pace that we all have a motive of winning the competition, no doubt we choose the most shortcut step. Race starts right from infant when a 7 or 8 year old kid is made aware that someone else is good or better than you( studies, sports, dance ... etc) You try hard to win n conquer other hearts.

when you choose to opt some professional course after school years, if u have survived till merit list then its pretty good else u end up getting nothing worth.

We often wonder whether we will succeed or at the top someday? In college someone else comes and take the trophy in most filmy ways and even after striving hard being a runner up also, u just feel like being sidie (dancing behind the hero, heroines)

when it comes to professional life, your colleagues n most importantly your BOSS screw up every now n then and always ready with butchers knife(like hungry lion ready to eat deer).

And with whatever courage you are left with you try to move further and ready to be used. Finally I realized that blogging is the best way to pen down your frustration and u can be yourself.

But what’s the solution?
Here also worried about the comments. Where does peace lies?
Don’t say that u are ready to give damn competition are about it.

Please don’t SYMPATHIZE

F*ck fear, drink beer.

This post is dedicated to one of my very loyal friend, who stands tall beside me in my every now and then... I'm deliberately writing this post on an urge. Else I was told that my id can be anytime hacked, and believe me my friend is terribly good at those stuff. So note was the better option
Just for you...
CHEERS!!!
lol


I will be killed now.

A journey from ordinary man to the billionaire.
My post will surely entertain you. Take it to lightly and read it with much more enthusiasm and zeal. keeping your mind aside. A couple after marriage should go for a night walk so that they should spare some time with each other. With the passage of time they will generate love for each other. I read somewhere that feelings grow with sharing, caring and understanding. Time will heal love. Several night walks will help lady to produce kids after kids. Because there will be strong bonding b/w each other. SO lady can even give birth to 8 kids in 5 years, chances of twins n triplets can be taken into consideration.

FACTORS

• love grows, kids grows.
• kids grows, productivity grows(70 rs wages/day/person earned by an ordinary लेबर) better development of child can help him/her earn more.
• more productivity, more revenue.
• more revenue better will be the prospect of living and sudden acceleration in income.

Thus Nights walks=money

• A = B = C then A = C
• LHS=RHS
• HENCE PROVED

THEOREM: Work is directly proportional to time and inversely proportion to
speed, other things being kept constant.

BENEFITS

• Couple will be rejuvenated, revitalized daily if they make love and will be physically fit, no gym expense. Saving of money again, expansion of income.
• पैसा, पैसा, पैसा
• Mercedes or BMW could be your next car.
• After so many kids man doesn't have to incessantly toil in scorched sun.
• If men or women loses the capacity or fails, target to millions not billions.
• Avail the opportunity as soon as possible and become billionaire in few years.

AND PUT YOURSELF INTO THE SITUATION AND ADOPT THE STRATEGY

let me know the results so that i can infer more.

NOTE: The research was done from the point of view of economist and an MBA.

stop

It is sad demise to hear about Mr. Baljindar singh and Rajesh kumar who got stabbed by some of his colleagues (Australian students) just because their colour don’t match. Parents forgo everything and send their children to abroad so that they get good education, they put their heart and soul and so that their brood perceive qualitative knowledge, but they don’t expect that these monstrous activities by their foe will become lethal to child’s future. Instead of getting sympathy, cooperation, amiable environment, accord they face all the brutalities.

World is no longer safe place to live in. Are we human being or evils and demons who kill each other since not belonging to their community, colour, caste, region and religion? When homosapiens came on this earth, there was no food, no luxuries, no caste, no creed, no religion irrespective of all that they worked in group and invented food, fire, metals etc so that their life become more easy, their teamwork has benefitted all of us. Now where this paradox come from. These issues has are highly immoral and uncivilised.

This is the shameful tragedy, extra security should be provided to Indian people. And parents should think twice before sending their offspring.

We all should stand together and fight against all the atrocities done by those bloody evils.

Another chapter comes to an end

Three years have been passed like a blink of an eye. And for the past few days I have been trying everything to distract myself and not think about the fact that the same period won’t ever enter in my life. Life has become too fast and is moving at furious pace. I joined my college in august 2006 with an excitement of meeting new people, making new friends over and above to gain some new experiences and to witness the complexities of life. Nevertheless all this happened with much more perplexity, with more pain, suffering and pleasure (not like 11 minutes by Paulo Coelho) but in very calm and pacific way. First few days were as usual complicated to tolerate strangers, their traps at your back, their back bites and bitching. In between crowd find me, a girl full of attitude and not apt for their friendship. But I so adroitly filled their hearts that they stood spellbound at the end of these 3 yrs. I still remember the time i left my hometown with my mother and dada crying and I couldn’t control myself and bursted in too tears and she admonished me several time that dont talk to strangers much.

Passing out from S.K.V was a great experience,now i had to onlook what actually the life is, it was not easy to survive in other land, away from ur parents and lifetime friends in the midst of strangers. i made new friends they were 24*7 avaialble for me. My results were quite surprising as in first year i hardly studied for 60 days out of 365 and had all the possiblities to flunk atleast in some of the subjects but i somehow managed to clear it with I class. My teachers were amazed by my results because i just attended the college for 7 days in the whole damn year as i was pursuing other course too. I can say that I'm intelligent girl not among those bird brainy who study whole year and cant survive to clear. II year was a little better i subsist for three months, more often than not I cleared with good grades but I expected little better yet I was in merit list. My result is still awaited for final years.

Ordinarily we used to bitch a lot about teachers, that weren’t morally upright. But it was amusing. We as in all friends had hangman in the classrooms our hang outs at chlorophyll and those enchanting musing wont wipe out ever in my life

This post is dedicated to all you horrible, irritating, pathetic people. Thanks for keeping me amused. I am going to miss you all like hell (I can’t believe I said that, but it’s the truth.) Thanks for all the memories. They are good memories. I think this is the best thank you I can give.

You are in wrong side of 20 when



#your mind is full of tensions.
#your new look just matters for first few days, pain maintaining it*..* .
#Become to choosy for clothes.
#calorie counting become a pastime.
#you look 2perfect is your motto.
#your parlour expense and cell phones bills risen up.
#you keep aside your parents.
#love conquers all..
#you strive hard to reach the finish line.
#'a lot can happen over coffee' reminds you.
#you know more latest songs rather than your study material.
#books becomes your latest enemies.
#gift are always welcomed from your lover.
#you loose your cool and keys with the ease.
#start admiring latest trends..
#you start loving social networking sites.
#you abhor elders torture.
# you break all sort of rules, and do what u r restricted 2 do.
#you get inclined to drinks, smoke, hukka and sheesha.
#your career comes at stake.
#start believing Deepika's vivel soap's advertisement for glowing skin.
#Ranbir and imran becomes your latest crush.
#Extra fat in your body is ur threat.
#you are fond of SMS lingo.

Feel free to comment over it.

Nostalgia for my college days

1 year of pure fun!!!!
After schooling , time to opt 4 career...
Getting selected for the fashion designing course was a moment of life for me
As expected journey began with great excitement, with too many dreams ... First few days were like hell down under for me...
we all had to face tough ragging practices, as I was so called obedient gal, so faced all the brutalities by my seniors, those 3 days were like 3 decades, no1 had apathy on us.... we had to carry buckets along with us to the college rather than college bag, applying hair oil in ur hair was must etc, these weird task turned me gloomy, moreover i was new to the town, away from my parents, it all shattered my dreams..

With lost hopes and aspirations i started new life.
and the crowd was good, i soon became friendly with my batchmates and they helped me
to come out of mere depression...
MY group( priyal, poonam, sona, archana, rajeta and ofcourse me)
rocked the campus, by our fulltoosh masti's and hungamas as well got good grades 2...
with those nibu pani's, appie fizz and truth and dare task at the canteen, memories are still lingering..
when we wanted 2 sundays and no mondays,
we all abhored Garima mam's perfection and nita mam scolding but after few week we became habitual of taking out from the other ear..
A teacher, a friend, a philospher and guide none other than gaurika mam, it was our honor to have her as our teacher that she became panacea of our life.. AS life is full of twist and turns she left the college after few months..
AS time passed by assignment became tough, stage presentations, submissions of files, regular test took out heart and soul. we were barely lost souls...
WE 6 fought, taught, laughed, played.. with fights but no conspiracies, with wisdom but seldom jealousy.....
with fun filled heart headed toward life..
we took action mass bunking and were paid for it, the craze of competitions surrounded every where..We were spell bound by Ken's creativity and innovations and were motivated 2...
8 hrs of college timings weren't enough 4 our masti..
How can i forget my college canteen... the most happening place
with Sana's songs and her experiences of ***.
we disciples took knowledge from her.. I still remember her charming and innocent looks..
We bunked the classes and went to Swimming pool area, we bathed, had fun by playing with the ball and coin diving....
The most luckiest among us was Reshma...
With ranjeeta's talk with Ankit and Archana's with Yugal and poonam's with ritesh irritated me and priyal till the core... we abused each other so hard that 1 cant imagine gals saying all this..
Sleeping in textiles lab and getting wet by Indore monsoons was heart throbbing..
Those dandia, garba dances, mirchi's fest. and exhibition enabled us to showcase our talents...
spreading rumors regarding ken sir's guest house place was the most memorable part..

I started drawing with pencils later evolved to steadlers and pen and ink rendering...
I learnt from putting thread into needle to garment stitching, weaving, knitting...
Fabric ornamentation helped us to open our mind and expand our knowledge and creativity..
Gone were the days when we queued up at book depots and stationary...
and fight for those silly things.. we were party animals, laughing shows of our class were fascinating.. Thogh there were unwanted people to in our class who were real meddlers.
With bandi saying tu and main hi ache hain baki sab valle hain..
My heating controversial dispute with Alka showed are real faces to our class..
2 be continue

Love Can Be Every Thing My love is true Love is unpredictable, Love is uncontainable Love is reliable, Love is infallible Love is right, Love is wrong Love is weak, Love is strong Love is good, Love is pure Love is real, Love is sure Love is jealous, Love is pain Love is lost, Love is gained Love is zeal, Love is raw Love is everything, Love is all Love is here, Love is there Love is beautiful, Love is fair Love is great, Love is shit Love is demanding Love is it.... Love to be loved

Unforgettable day

(Flashback)
29 December 2005, Thursday 5.25 pm, Bedahghat Jabalpur

Bachao, bachao, bachao !!!!!! I was screaming like hell,. yes it was me drowning into river Narmada on that thrilling winter evening clad with capries and mega sleeves top.My life was in jeopardy.
I would like 2 thank my dad 4 this who taught me swimming and made me join Jiwaji club for swimming classes, i was pretty good at it, and it was ma cup of tea...

Back 2 river again.Ya I'm highly grateful 2 Vikky who tried 2 save me by jumping into the river without thinking about his life, though he dint know much of swimming yet he tried 2 save dis silly girl who intentionally committed this mistake(not suicide), it showed that altruism is still alive in this world.

We 4 dared 2 jump into chilled water of Narmada (4 gals) just because a group of handsome hunks were bathing there....Trying 2 show off, gals can better understand, but it was hard 2 bear that cold water. Out of presence of 100's of people, few lads and lasses( v4) were into that river. I dint know that i have 2 pay cost 4 it.

I tried 2 swim nevertheless ma mom was yelling at me not 2 go further, but who was listening 2her...
And sudden off ma leg got strucked (WoOoOo!!!!) into some pebbles, and i was dis balanced and started flowing along with river... My life was at stake

Every 1 was shocked and speechless, in fact few life guard came 2 save me....and i was spell bound , wasn't getting what 2 do in that pitiable condition.
.
Last thing came 2 ma mind was to move ma hands and legs, i started swimming and saved myself after that 7 seconds incident..WHAT A REINCARNATION MAN???

When i came out and saw that vociferous crowd ma heartbeat was in doldrum..
Ma mamma, mami and masi and all of cousins(Nitin, Vikki, Piyush, Pankaj, Neha, Deepal) rebuked me.. And i still remember grungy looks of my mom and tears in eyes of few.
I was ensnared by lies

REACTION OF FAMILY MEMBERS

PANKAJ- he was removing his socks and was taking out his wallet so tht wn he jumps into the river, it doesn't get wet

MAMI- she was taking off her dupatta so that it doesn't get wet

JYOTI NEHA AND DEEPAL (calling life guards)

MOM- she was praying 2 GOD

vikky he dint think much and jumped 2 save me!!!! Just because he heard that i 'm drowning

and got many cuts on his legs and hands....

Last but not the least dis news was suffused all over jabalpur and ma native place..
It was god's beneficence on me or some1's blessing that acted as panacea..

MORAL OF THE STORY 4 GIRLS- Dont try 2 show off in front of those jerks and nerds
ALWAYS OBEY UR PARENTS

NOTE:This story may seems 2 be a reel life story, but its real incident happened with me.
The hero of the story is my cousin, please don't think shit out of it!!!

Conundrum!!!

20 years back.
Lass was born in an orthodox family
which was complicated, sophisticated and full of empathy.

Her sojourn was in suburbs of nation,
Aspirations were creative and full of innovations..

She was living a princess life in very fine fettle,
nevertheless dissatisfaction occupied in her kernel

Damsel wanted 2 crave out distinct path
but she dint know how to be groomed and from where 2 start.

She dreams of accepting uber kudos from the world
juxtaposition ostentatious perception ought not be dull.

Her flamboyant style was someway accepted
and prodigious aura was appeased.

She was deep strucked with mingling forethought,
mere imagination wouldn't help in her drought.

Restrictions, hypocrisy, pretensions were her abominations
And mind was suffused with whimsical notions.

2 be continued....

This is 1 of ma creation which i was asked 2 make from d 5 given words, though i used many....it was just a class assignment.

I saw myself on the top of world

with deep dense wealth and designer label,
then later i thought why not 2 make career in management,
favoring that i become belligerent.

Then d idea of doing MBA echoed in my mind
which strike my throat, nerves and made them grind.

It swiped of ma previous sparkling dreams
after knowing d amount of thorough practice requires,
my brain simply screams...

Though destination will be beautiful and proudly
but d path is coarse and full of struggle
mere imagination wouldn't help nor will it juggle....