A website owner’s biggest nightmare is getting hacked… well last night was no less than a nightmare, it was around 2AM when i thought about checking out one of my blog that i don’t use much and i was busy surfing on other tabs there was this loud unknown language song that got started it took me a min to figure out which tab it is,i switched to that tab and there was this word “hacked” written on it, i immediately closed that tab thinking that some damm website i opened got hacked but then i thought lets check it out and when i checked the recently closed tabs i was surprised to see that it was my movies blog only.It took me a min to digest this fact but then it was my movies blog which i was planning to shut down so i was a bit ok but it didn’t took me much time to find out that it was not just one blog but my entire domain that got hacked…

OMG!!! even my itsmylife blog whose link was everywhere,my facebook status,gtalk status,twitter,orkut everywhere because of my Goodbye JUIT article… and then for a moment i thought oh my God everything is gone!!! All those articles,those beautiful comments,my technical blog which has more than 500 entries…
Luckily i still had FTP access to my main site and i changed the index page back to original by taking the code from GOOGLE Cache. 

Then i checked out the hackers page again it was in Turkish,i found that from the emotional video that was there on that pagea and that sound was making me even more crazy… i tried to translate that page but for the first time Google was of no help as it doesn’t have turkish to english translation yet!

Finally i got the link to hacker’s website and OMG it was on on turkish and its look was enough to drive me crazy i somehow managed to find a contact link and requested him to leave my site…

Then i called up My host in USA but damm.. it went on voicemail and i wasted Rs. 6.40/-  then i sent him a mail and thank god after around 10 mins he came online and i told him everything… he said he’s working on it and i don’t need to worry about it as he has backup of everything. after reading these lines i came back to senses but still stayed awake till 4 but then i went off to sleep but still quite tensed…

As soon as i woke up i got a sms from Google sms channel which sends me updates of my blog… i was happy to see that msg coz i thought everything is back to normal but it wasn’t it was still “Ownz! by Cyber Operations Team[Turkish Hackers] - CyberGrup.Org” but one thing was good Lakshman kumar was still online and that means he was still working on it, he told me he’s working on it and repeted those golden words that “he has backup of everything”… Finally i got completely relaxed around 2:30PM when i saw all my blogs up and running smoothly…  especially my Goodbye JUIT post and all the comments….

Here’s that deadly page that i had to see all night yesterday…

HACKED

I just wrote to my host saying thanks and also that he need to take more security steps…

May God save you from HACKERS!!!

Imputs from:- missmalini

· Courage to walk away: The very first learning that emerged from what is now being termed as a financial Armageddon was the need for courage: The courage to carve your own path and walk away from the herd. We in India were born with this lesson as we gained independence with ‘non-violence’ in an era of World Wars. In the US financial world, we saw Warren Buffet display the courage to walk away. Back in 2002, when companies began toying with exotic derivative instruments, Warren Buffet termed derivatives ‘financial weapons of mass destruction.’ Few listened to him then but today he stands out as the voice of sanity.

· Save it for a rainy day: The second lesson is the forgotten power of savings. The ‘savings mentality’ has always been a hallmark of the Asian culture. India, for one, has always had a high rate of savings – a phenomenon that is getting eroded with a new culture of consumerism sweeping across our cities today. Interestingly, America, which is home to 5% of the world’s population, accounted for 30% of global production and 37% of global consumption during boom times! On an individual level in the recent crisis, the ninja loans reflect this mentality, but collectively it made the entire country vulnerable to risk. And there were those who saw the warning signals.

In 2005, when the times were good, economists Paul Volcker and Clyde Prestowitz, pointed out that America was vulnerable due to all the leveraging, and predicted that a financial crisis could soon hit its shores. This has come true and – be it at a macro level or a micro level - it highlights a forgotten lesson on the power of savings and that that we should leverage only to the extent we can afford to service our debt. Its time for a “back to basics” approach, old fashioned as it may seen. Save and plough back in good times, and not fritter liquid assets away.

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My Dear Raj,

My apologies for having to communicate through the editorial pages of a newspaper, but frankly am left with little choice since you seem to have decided to stay away from the so-called ‘national’ non-Marathi media. Let me at the very outset say that I am impressed with the manner you have carved a niche on the political landscape of Maharashtra. I distinctly remember meeting you in February last year soon after the Mumbai municipal corporation elections. It wasn’t the best of times: your party, the Maharashtra Navnirman Sena had been marginalized while your cousin Udhav Thackeray and the Shiv Sena had captured power in the city. With many of your supporters deserting you, you appeared down, if not quite out. Twenty months later, I see you’ve bounced back: every local and national daily has you on the front page, you are the subject of television debates and your politics has even united Bihar’s warring netas.

And yet, my friend, there is a thin line between fame and notoriety, more so in the fickle world of politics. Bashing north Indian students may grab the headlines, getting arrested may even get you sympathy and strident rhetoric will always have a constituency, but will it be enough to secure your ultimate dream of succeeding your uncle Bal Thackeray as the flagbearer of Marathi asmita (pride)?

If Balasaheb in the 1960s rose to prominence by targeting the south Indian “lungiwala”, you have made the north Indian “bhaiyaa” the new ‘enemy’. In the 1960s, the Maharashtrian middle class in Mumbai was feeling the pressure of job competition for white collar clerical jobs. Today, it seems that there is a similar sense of frustration at losing out economically and culturally to other social groups in Mumbai’s endless battle for scarce resources. With the Congress and the NCP having become the real estate agents of the state’s rural-urban bourgeoise and the Shiv Sena a pale shadow of its original avatar, the space has been created for a charismatic leader to emerge as a rabble-rouser espousing the sons of the soil platform.

But Raj, I must remind you that electoral politics is very different from street agitations. Sure, round the clock coverage of taxis being stoned and buses being burnt will get you instant recognition. Yes, your name may inspire fear like your uncle’s once did. And perhaps there will always be a core group of lumpen youth who will be ready to do your bidding. But how much of this will translate into votes? Identity politics based on hatred and violence is subject to the law of diminishing returns, especially in a city like Mumbai, the ultimate melting pot of commerce. Your cousin Udhav tried a “Mee Mumbaikar” campaign a few years ago that was far more inclusive, but yet was interpreted as being anti-migrant. The result was that the Shiv Sena lost the 2004 elections - Lok Sabha and assembly - in its original citadel of Mumbai. Some statistics suggest that nearly one in every four Mumbaikars is now a migrant from UP or Bihar. Can any political party afford to alienate such a large constituency in highly competitive elections?

Maybe, your not even looking at winning seats at the moment, but simply staking claim to the Sena legacy in a post Bal Thackeray scenario. Perhaps, thats exactly what the ruling Congress-NCP combine in Maharashtra wants: like a market leader who gets competing brands to crush each other, the Congress-NCP leadership seems to be practicing divide and rule politics once again. They did it with Balasaheb and the communists in the 1960s, with Bhindranwale and the Akalis in the 1980s, even with the Kashmir valley politicians in the 1990s. A larger-than-life Raj Thackeray suits the ruling arrangement in Maharashtra because it could erode its principal rival, the Shiv Sena’s voter support. It’s a dangerous game, but often when politicians run out of ideas, they prefer to play with fire. It’s a fire that could leave Mumbai’s cosmopolitanism scarred for life.

Now, before you see my writings as the outpourings of an anglicized non-resident Maharashtrian, let me just say that, like you, I too am proud of my roots. I too, would like to see the cultural identity of Maharashtrians preserved and the economic well-being of our community assured. Where we differ is that I am a citizen of the Republic of India first, a proud Goan Maharashtrian only later. Fourteen years ago, I left Mumbai for Delhi to seek professional growth and was distinctly fortunate to be readily embraced by the national capital. Like millions of Indians, I too am a migrant and a beneficiary of a nation whose borders don’t stop at state checkpoints.

Moreover, I cannot accept that ‘goondaism’ is the way forward to forging a robust Maharashtrian identity. By vandalizing a shop or stoning a taxi, what kind of mindless regional chauvinism are we promoting? Taking away the livelihood of a poor taxi driver or beating up some defenceless students from Bihar reflects a fake machismo that is no answer to what ails Maharashtrian society today. The Maharashtra I once knew was inspired by the progressive ideals of the bhakti movement, by a Shahu-Phule-Ambedkar legacy of social reform. Are we going to dismantle that legacy under the weight of hate politics?

When you started your party a few years ago, it had been pitched as a party committed to a “modern” Maharashtra. If that vision still stands, why don’t you take it forward in real terms? Why don’t you, for example, set up vocational courses and technical institutes for young Maharashtrians to make them competitive in the job market? Why not, for that matter, start English-speaking classes for Maharashtrian students to equip them for the demands of the new economy? If cultural identity is such a concern, why not launch a statewide campaign to promote Marathi art, theatre and cinema by financially supporting such ventures? If Mumbai’s collapsing infrastructure worries you, then target the politician-builder nexus first. And isn’t it also time we realized that Mumbai is not Maharashtra, that the long suffering Vidarbha and Marathwada farmer needs urgent attention? Why not use your political and financial muscle to start projects in rural Maharashtra instead of focusing your energies on Mumbai’s bright lights alone? An employment generation scheme in a Jalna or a Gadchiroli may not make the front pages, but it will have far greater value for securing Maharashtra’s future.

Jai Hind, Jai Maharashtra!

P.S:- We all are quite aware of the situation in Maharashtra which is actually a big insult of the constitution of this great nation.The path taken by Raj thackeray shows how much he respects this nation and the citizens and as rajdeep mentions in the last para if he would have been serious about his vision he could have taken these steps instead of taking the path of “gundagardi”…

so all i can say now is “get well soon” Raj!!!

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We can all see dark clouds gathering ahead. The western world is in the throes of a recession, there’s a financial crisis that has got its foot stuck in the door, regulators are battling solutions behind not-so-closed doors. Meanwhile people are losing jobs, capital is drying up, and just about everything has hit the fan.   While that appears to be a picture far removed from us, no country is an island today and India is no exception. The Indian economy has started to feel the beginnings of the pain, and by the looks of it, we need to be prepared for the tremors. 

So, what do we do when turbulent times begin to creep in through the back door?   I’d like to share a real life narrative here that shows us the power of conviction and persistence when you hit a bad patch.  At the time of the dotcom bust, e-commerce suddenly seemed like a bad word and investors were becoming increasingly disenchanted with the virtual world. Jeff Bezos, who began amazon.com from the garage of his home in 1994, was undeterred. Having gone live in 1995 and reached the one million customer mark by 1997, he was sailing along when the dot-bust hit the internet. In 2000 amazon.com was forced to lay off 150 workers. The next year, it posted a loss of $1.4 billion. Many companies folded up, others changed tracks but Jeff Bezos believed in the power of the internet and did not buckle. He continued to expand the services provided on amazon.com. In fact, he stayed steadfast on the path of lowering costs even as profits dwindled simply because he believed that was the right way to go in the long run.  

I read about him warding questions on how he was taxing the patience of his investors and shareholders with conviction that he was doing the right thing even though it may not be evident then. In turn, to reflect his own personal commitment, he passed up any pay raise or bonus for several years in a row.  The rest is history. Amazon today is a case study in e-commerce success having achieved over $ 500 million in profits by 2004, nudging its way into the S&P 500.  

So, the question is that when bad times strike, should we take the punch or should we, like Jeff Bezos did, stick to our belief and fight back? 

Well, fight back we must. To begin with, we must stare at the situation square in the eye, assess the impending change, and then reinvent ourselves to fit the new picture.

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On a personal note friends always remember “Tough Times Never Last But Tough People Do!!!”  and guys due to this recession time every company is in filtering mode they are filtering out its employes and only the good one’s will survive and for all of you its just a matter of time and market will bounce back and these company’s will get in hiring mode soon then it’ll be a golden chance as they’ll hire more to compensate for those who were filtered…

Don’t worry, Be happy… 

P.S:- Thanks to HCL i have a job in my hand I hope i’ll get my joining soon…

The wait was worth it as the 1 year I spent with her was the best time of my life something I can never forget but a fool can never realize the worth of true love and I think am definitely  the biggest fool…

People tell me that no one can understand women the way you do, you have a women’s heart but I proved them wrong… I made her go away made her to leave me I broke up with her 2 days back… 

Yes it was my own doings that made her to leave me… I still don’t know what got into me maybe its all the tension that I am taking about her career which she’s not taking seriously or is it something related to my own dreams that I want to fulfill but why can’t I fulfill them with her being with me after all she’s a really wonderful girl and who understands everything I say… 

Let me tell you I am a very difficult person to stay with, because of all the mood swings in my life… no matter how many of these mood swings lead to fights she was always with me… 

But I guess there’s always a limit and she couldn’t tolerate more so she said it “I need a break-up” I like someone else… I know the liking line doesn’t mean anything she loves me and will always love me and same for me I can never stop loving her but I don’t know why I just cant get back with her maybe because she tried to make me jealous by saying that she likes someone else… I know this will really hurt her but its better this way at least I won’t hurt her daily if I cont. to stay with her…  

But I still can’t figure out why am acting like such a jerk, like an asshole… why is her career so imp for me maybe because its imp for my family… but its me who love her and its me who has to live with her… and I really wanted to give all the possible support but I guess my opinion was of no value to her and maybe this is the reason I am so irritated about… 

All I know is I really love her a lot and am really serious about her but considering the present situation and the state of my mind I guess this I the best choice for both of us, I think this is the time to work on our career, a time to make our stand in this world and if we can’t do it together we should let go of each other… but this doesn’t mean that I’ll go and fall in love with someone else…. NO I’ll not… I’ll always love her…

All I want right now is to see her successful, with a great job and a great life… I know she wants to come back and its really very idiotic of me to say no but I guess this is the best for both of us because if I cont. today I know every single day that she’ll spend with me she’ll get hurt and I really don’t wanna do that.  

I am really sorry for not being there with you on our 1^st anniversary and your birthday.
I don’t think I have the right to say this but I LOVE YOU!!!

C’mon guys send in all your beautiful words for me as comments I promise I won’t disapprove any of them… 

UPDATE:- Thanks my dear bro thanks for talking to me last night it helped me to figure out stuff and to find out the real problems…
and thanks swthrt for being so understanding.. 
Things are quite ok now as we have found a way to go through all this..

Dream, yes you can call it a dream only… there are a few places in India where I really wanted to go and Pune was one of them…

I once read somewhere that Pune is called “the city of youth” maybe because of the no of education institutes and now a major IT hub.
And finally it was like a dream come true when my mom said she wants to go to shirdi and that means Pune too…
So the process of reservations started… and the plan was like this:-

Departure from Ambala: - Oct 6th, 2008 by Jhelum express @ 6am
Arrival in Pune: - Oct 7th around 3pm

6th and 7th in Pune, 8th morning-shirdi and return same day, 9th in Pune also.

Return:-

Departure from Pune: - Oct 10th, 2008 early morning by Goa express
Arrival in Delhi: - Oct 11th, 2008

But since the return tickets were not confirmed and we were about to cancel the trip good news came from my Dee in Pune…

Apparently there was this new train called “AC spl Nzm-Pune express” was started for the commonwealth games that were going to happen in Pune and since it was a special train it had lots of tickets available.
but there was a small problem it runs only twice a week so we had to pre pone the trip so now our schedule was something like this :-

Departure from hazrat nizamudin station {Delhi}:- Oct 4th, 2008 with my bua and jijaji {Dee’s mom dad} and Arrival in Pune on Oct 5th, 2008
Return trip: - dept. from Pune: - Oct 9th, 2008 and back in Delhi on Oct 10th, 2008

So the plan was set, tickets in hand and the journey began with a 5hour bus ride from chd. To Delhi followed by a 30 min autoriksha ride from ISBT to haz. Nizamudin. We reached nizamudin station an hour before the scheduled dept. and I think it was from the back side entry of the station, the train was to leave from platform no. 4 and when I reached there I was like am I at a railway station in Delhi or some village… yes trust me people it wasn’t even cemented throughout bua and jijaji also arrived the same time we did and since there was no place to sit we found a single working fan and choose to stand below it while every one was having tea I went to the end of platform to buy a sandwich to eat…
when everyone was discussing that we should have waited in the waiting room I was busy finding something to make this trip a bit interesting…
besides my new hobby of reading novels  took me to a book stall and there I found a great book titled “Off course I love you… till I find someone better” a story of guy from DCE will tell you about the book later but just for the record it was really a great book…

The train arrived on time; me and mom were in coach B3 while bua and jijaji were in B4 right from entering we were finding out some way to be in the same coach. Although the train was quite vacant it was bua’s cabin that looked almost full and not because of the other passengers but because of the baggage they were carrying.

I called mom to come and still here only and will change one the TT comes.
Let me tell you about the people in that cabin:-

Ø  A  lady and her just married daughter – she was a really simple lady but you can easily tell that her daughter was something from even the first look I’ll be referring to her as ‘S’

Ø  A really tall, hot lady with her 7-8 yr old son – she was fucking beautiful thin tall and in a black saaree I’ll refer to her as ‘M’

We requested S and her mom to shift to our coach but she refused and was really in a confused state because of all the luggage she was carrying we asked her are you shifting somewhere or what but she took it as if we are asking her to move to other coach again but then we asked a bit more specifically again and then she told us that she’s coming back from USA after completing a sky diving training and as a matter of fact she’s the first women in the world to sky dive at both north and south poles without any training and that she belongs to Pune and she’ll perform a demo jump at commonwealth games too.

Now lets shift our attention to M, lets start from beginning her husband entered the coach with 4-5 jumpin and packet of chips for his son and then he asked us “are you going to Pune” to which we replied yes and then he asked us to take care of his wife and kid as she is travelling by Indian railway for the very first time and then came the goodbye time. she was sitting there with him at the aisle seat of the next cabin with a tear in her eyes and her head resting on his shoulder, it was really a very romantic scene and the train’s movement brought a halt to this romantic moment he went out of the AC area but was standing outside and looking at her through the glass she immediately ran towards the door and hugged him and touched his feet.. Man that was a true DDLJ moment!!!

She came back to her seat and told us that she’s from Dubai and traveling first time by train although her son has travelled a lot.
By now we were really in talking mode with S and then a man came and took an aisle seat in the cabin before ours and the child from the top berth said mummy woo… she looked at him and shared something with her eyes and he left. After a few moments she went to the washroom and came back and said “abhi to train khali hai to piche jakar khule mein baithte hain thoda relax kar lun” we all said ya sure… and she left with her son and took a seat in the last cabin which was totally vacant.

By now S was showing us her certificates and was telling about her achievements we were really very impressed and you might recognize her if you recall a news where a couple got married in a hot air balloon well she was the same girl, she showed us all the wedding pics..

Ok now let the great story begins, a story on which chetan bhagat can write a novel or ekta kapoor can create an episode…

The story of that night in B4 coach…

Me and jijaji went to search for the pantry and just when we were passing through the last cabin we were surprised to see M with that sitting quite close and talking and when we came out of the coach her son was being stopped from entering by a man we thought maybe he’s just playing with him and we cont.

When we were coming back M was resting with her back on that man’s chest. I’ll refer to him as ‘Mr. K’ and we were shocked to see that but we ignored as it’s her personal matter.

Everyone was busy chatting but my mind was on her only as I thought there’s something really fishy going on anyways kota came and as I decided before the journey began that I’ll buy something from every station and from kota I got pakore,kachori and vadda.when I came back the scene was even more surprising she was sleeping on lower berth and her son on the other one and K was sitting berths and was giving her a hands and face massage only god knows what was going on…

It was somewhere before Ratlam {yes it was that jab we met root} that K got her suit case from the attendants cabin to his cabin and then he came to our cabin and took her bags too.then S said yeh dono saath to nhin aaye the na? And everyone else were equally surprised {nobody knew anything except me and jijaji} and then came the punch line from me “saath the nhin saath ho gaye hain” and then mom and all ladies went to check that were the bags going to her or was he doing some trick. They asked her that is everything ok to which she said yes we asked her is he with you and then K replied yes am with her but why are you all interested you are not with her and then mom and bua replied that yes we are.

Anyways after me and jijaji was returning back to train at Ratlam station {there was nothing good at Ratlam so I just bought a cream roll} her bag was lying outside the train and just when we entered she was there with him and he was trying to take her out but she was resisting, we immediately asked all the ladies to go and ask her if everything’s ok.mom asked her and she was so num and there was no longer that morning confidence in her now. We asked her are you getting off here but you were going to Pune then why here she said “mein nhin yeh utar rahe hain” and that too in a very low tone we asked her but your husband said you are alone here then who is this man he said am with them only and because of all the noise everyone in that coach gathered around it seems as if we were not the only one keeping a track, all eyes were on her only. The details spread like fire. {golmaal hai bhai sb golmaal hai!!!} by this time the train started moving we moved back a bit to our cabin and everyone gathered there exchanging whatever they knew. in the mean time he took the luggage and they moved to the next coach.

Everyone was discussing the possibilities, some were saying that he must have given them something to eat and that’s why they are not in there senses, some said she’s coming from Dubai and it’s a case of smuggling and there’s definitely something in that large suitcase.

Then the TT came and said that he’s aware of all this and it seems as if it’s a premarital story and that they are lovers and its there personal life and we can’t interfere and he left.

Then a man told us something new and really shocking. He told us that the man got down at kota and the train started to move and he was shouting and telling her to jump she was at the door and was telling her son to jump. K shouted and told this man to help her jump and that luggage is not an issue just help her jump to which he said no. we discussed the possibility of premarital affair and that they were going to get down there and she would give the excuse at her home that she missed the train at kota and her luggage is still inside “Jab we met” story.

After hearing this we all started shouting that lets go and pull that man aside and let the ladies talk to M alone. the entire coach and I mean it the entire coach went to the next one we switched on the lights and everyone there got terrified with this sudden entry and soon the story spread to this coach also everyone gathered in the last cabin where this great couple was….

All the men were shouting at K while the ladies asked M what’s the problem why were you trying to jump but M said it’s my personal matter things became really serious and everyone started shouting that if it’s your personal matter than don’t involve everyone by jumping off the train. Then she said plz he’ll get off at next station and then I’ll tell you everything this confirmed that something was definitely wrong we then woke up the kid and asked him his name which he had already told us in the morning but now he replied ask mummy, on being asked where are you going and who the man was he gave the same reply “ask mummy”. {mamla gadbad hai!!!}

We called the TT and asked him to handover the matter to railway police but he said I’ll do that but some of you will have to get down too as witness and train won’t wait for you and then we even came to know that Mr. K’s ticket was till kota only and since he couldn’t get off there he got that extended to Ratlam and then once again till vadodra {the next station} but I think TT just took the extension money and didn’t gave an extension ticket and that’s the reason he was taking K’s side and was ignoring everything but looking at the pressure building he went to the lady and started shouting “kya baat hai madam hum yahan sirf aapke liye baithe hain aur koyi kaam dhaam nhin hai kya jb mann kiya seat badal li chuliye apni seat pe” he called the attendant and some waiters and asked them to take her luggage to her seat but she settled for the last cabin and didn’t came back to her own seat and that is in our cabin {dil ke arman aansuon mein beh gaye!!!}

Mr. K came and stood near our cabin and I asked him why you standing here to which he replied “kyun yahan khade bhi nhin ho sakte” then mom said “na to yahan aapki seat hai and hi aap is coach ke” to which he replied “unki to hai and itni bheed mein soyengi kya wo” and we all were surprised to hear this and we replied nhin private coach de dete hain aapko…

Then the TT came and took Mr. K with him taking advantage of the fact everyone requested the ladies to go and talk to her since she is alone now…

And by the way by now Mr. boxer {a person associated with Maharashtra navnirman sena} woke up and started taking interest he even said let me call India TV as they are always looking for such news, they’ll come on a chopper now only.

Anyways this time M had something to say after we threatened her about police and she was like “badi mushkil se passport bane hain dubara is admi ne passport chupa diye the ab agar police case hoga to I won’t be able to go back to Dubai” and she said “aaj to aap mujhe bcha loge pune jakar kaun buchaega” oh that was the line Mr. boxer was looking for and was now in form “madam aap fikar na karo mein sabhi karykartaon ko bulakar is bande ko to pune station pe gayab karwa dunga and aapko jahan jana hoga mein chod dunga…”

Now her side of story:-

“me and my brother don’t have parents and this man has taken care of us since from childhood and till the time we were settling down in Dubai he used to take care of my kid too here in India and my brother has taken some money from him and has not returned and now he came to know about this trip and that’s why he wants to take my kid with him… he is blackmailing us for a long time but can actually do nothing. On being asked his husband’s phone no. she said my husband is on his way back to Dubai and will reach around 3am and then you can talk to him he’ll come to pune after 4 days and will take me back. I just need protection till morning and then someone will pick me up at pune.”

And hey I forget to tell you why I referred to him as K that’s because he wore a gold chain with a Big gold K in it…. {God out of everyone in this world this lady had to choose this person man!!!} ad also by now mom was so angry with ekta kapoor that she blamed her shows for everything that was happening.

We come back to our seats to rest as we think that the story is over but then TT comes and tells us do you want to hear the real story:-

“he tells that this kid from the lady’s 1^st husband and this man is her 2^nd husband and the divorce case in not yet over and she has done an illegal wedding with the person who came today morning and all she wants is that K should take care of the kid while she keeps on marrying again and again and also that her brother has taken some money from him and is not returning that. till cant sleep

Well these were the two stories {khoda pahad nikli chuiya!!!} well I told everyone to accept any of the stories and take rest and those who’s can’t sleep join the two stories and find out the reality and I was one of them because TT went and started talking to the lady and then Mr. K also joined them I don’t know what they were talking but me and some of the other people kept him feeling our presence everyone took turns to go to the wash-room and we kept on talking and laughing till vadodra.

Finally this story came to a stop @ vadodra station where he got off and hey how can I forget the romantic seen he brushed his arm on her face and hand and said bye and the train started moving and he asked TT “TT saheb chadh jaun” and TT said nhin ji bus chodo bahut ho gya…
TT told us “raat ko aisi patti padhayi hai that he’ll get off for sure even without her and that she’ll never get off the train…”

Finally I got back on my seat and was about to sleep when she came over switched on the light and asked mom to talk to her husband who is back in Dubai now and tell him that aapne use dhuke maar ke train se utar diya {all the time I was just looking at her} mom talked to him and told him that he is not on the train now. she switched of the light and walked back to her seat {bekrar karke hume yun na jaiye aapko hmari kasam laut aaiye!!!}

Rest of the journey was normal except the fact that train was late by around 2hours, I had some amazing vadda pao at karzat station, the view from karzat to lonavala was just amazing, tunnels and water falls it was just great and M was having a gr8 sleep after disturbing our night.

Finally we reached Pune and were so busy looking for who has come to pick M up that we forgot say S a goodbye… the most interesting part of the trip was over.

Jiju came to pick us up and took us to his beautiful army quarter which has slanting roof, old look grand 5 rooms and really beautiful and more than that it was Dee’s decorations that made that place a great home. Before anything else my phone started ringing, my friend sohit,KVS and sadhna were all in pune and we were making these plans for quite a long time now and since it was Sunday the only day poor sohit and KVS get a off I thought its better not to waste it.

So I took an auto to go to sadhna’s place and felt so good just when I saw her… yehhh I was back with old friends and it was a really beautiful house and what to say about her 7 cats. then finally sohit and KVS made it to her house and I always thought pune was a small place but auto took 200 bucks from them and I was like how big is this place well it was gr8 to see both of them meeting my best buddies was such a wonderful feeling.

And as me sohit and kv were chatting about coll and all Sadhana gave a really wonderful surprise… a really sweet cake was waiting for us and me sohit had the honor to cut it… she really made me feel so special… thanks a lot sadhna and ya rishabh you too for this wonderful surprise.
and after this we went to Gold Adlabs and since it was navratre time KFC was out of question so had to settle with McDonalds clicked a few pics then a round around the mall and it was time for sohit and KV to leave while me n sadhana just spent some time on the stairs outside remembering good old times… it was indeed a great place truly the city of youth with so many guys and gals all around and its really a heaven for guys man awesome beauty…

After I dropped her back home I went straight to M.G Road where everyone was waiting for me just took a quick round and then it was dinner time and then this really hectic day came to an end.

On 6^th we just went to diff. malls around pune and just spent it roaming here and there.
on 7^th it was day for what we came for… yes we started early morning by taxi for shirdi and because of the traffic we reached quite late so VIP pass was no longer valid and we missed the aarti so had to wait for the darshan entry to open and at 1pm we entered the endless queue to the shirdi sai baba’s temple… after a long up-down path we were finally blessed with the darshan of sai baba… it was really a marvelous experience… Then we had the ‘langer’ and the VIP pass was of some use here…

On way back we visited this shani dev temple where men have to wear just a ‘dhoti’ and after a bath we had to stand at a platform and put oil on shani dev stone while all the ladies just watch standing around the platform…

Well the return journey to pune was the worst part of entire trip stuck in a traffic jam for so long because of rains… I even pushed a truck which stopped on a bridge adding more to the jam… {tum chulo Hindustan chule!!!}
well we finally reached home around midnight and I went off to sleep straightaway…

8^th was the day for shopping and visiting OSHO international center really amazing place… I had a plan to stay at sohit’s place that night but since 9^th was a holiday for Dee she said we’ll have a nice dinner tonight so no chance u are going anywhere.. and we had a great Chinese dinner that night and since navratre were over it felt so good to have non-veg after so many days… after the dinner I had these best rum and whisky chocolates at this really beautiful BUS turned into pastry shop…

9^th morning it was atin bhaiya and shika bhabhi’s new flat’s greh pravesh and since they are in USA I tried my level best to capture every moment so that they don’t miss anything and by the end we were quite late {and my plans to meet sadhna were ruined} so ran back home packed our stuff and went really fast to rly station..  

This time me and mom alone and except for the change of coach in the reservation chart it was a smooth trip only when we were about to reach Delhi we came to know that train was running quite slow and we reached exactly 4hours late… but we were back in Delhi and then went straight to ISBT took a bus to Chandigarh and before we left i bought a new novel this time “everything you desire- a journey thorough IIM” and a 5 hour journey back to HOME SWEET HOME!!!!

perfect blend of heart toching poetry and laughter… 

“Koi deewana kehta hain koi pagal samjhta hain, 

magar dharti ki bechani ko bas badal samjhta hain,
Main tujhse dur kaisa hu,tu mujhse dur kaisi hain,
Yeh tera dil samjhta hain ya mera dil samjhta hain

Ke mohobbat ek ehsaason ki paawan si kahaani hain,
kabhi kabira deewana tha kabhi meera diwaani hain,
Yahaan sab log kehte hain meri aakho mein aasu hain,
Jo tu samjhe toh moti hain jo na samjhe toh paani hain

Mat poooch ki kya haal hai mera tere aage,
Tu dekh ke kya rang hain tera mere aage

Samandar peer ka andar hain lekin ro nahi sakta,
Yeh aasu pyaar ka moti hain isko kho nahi sakta,
Meri chahat ko dulhan tu bana lena magar sun le,
Jo mera ho nahi paaya woh tera ho nahi sakta

Bhramar koi kumudni par machal baitha toh hungama,
Humare dil mein koi khwaab pal baitha toh hungama,
Abhi tak doob kar sunte the sab kissa mohobbat ka,
Main kisse ko hakikat mein badal baitha toh hungama”

Human kind is in itself strange and unique , you can never judge what the other person thinks or believes , even if you know someone for years there’ll still be times when you’ll find out something new about the other person…

Sex is one thing that is even more strange and this passion has no rules ya I know there are all those stuff available which tells you diff. kinda positions and all but seriously do you think this passion is limited to that?

I think NO!!! , coz I know everyone has one or the other fantasy at the back of your mind that you want to fulfill with your partner BUT is your partner and you are on the same page about this…
have you ever talked about your fantasies with your love and how many times has he/she said yes!!!
Oh you tried it well did he/she like it NO!!! so do you feel unsatisfied?
you have tried your level best to convince her/him and you are tired of requesting him/her to try…
Well what will you do about this…

Lets just add some more spice to this there’s this guy/girl who provokes you to try all kinda stuff that you have always wanted to try, that gives you a sense of satisfaction!!!

Loyalty OR Satisfaction, Passion, Fantasy!!!

What’s your choice , Sincere answers plz…

Will your answer change IF-
1> Its not your husband/wife but your GF/BF…
2> Nobody will ever know about this “Fling of yours” with someone else.
3> If you say it depends on the intensity of the relation then how long is it enough for you to be in that relation to choose loyalty.
4> Any other condition that comes to your mind…

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