Saturday, January 28, 2012

KAHAR DHAA GYAA

MY FAV.

"KAHAR DHA GYAA"..

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Uska muskuraana..
Kahar dhaa gya..
Uska baalo ko sehlaana..
Kahar dhaa gya..!!

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Auro ke dekhne se..
Kabhi kuch naa hua hume..
Magar uska wo ek nazar uthaana..
Kahar dhaa gyaa..!!!

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Aur kisi se milna..
Kabhi yaad nhi rha mujhe..
Magar uska wo haath milaana..
Kahar dhaa gya..!!!

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Uske chehre ki wo masumiyat..
Uske aankho ki wo nazaaqat..
Aur wo sharmaakr muskuraana..
Kahar dhaa gya..!!

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Sunaa thha unki aankho me bhi nashaa hai..
Us nashe ka bhi apna ek mazaa hai..
Pehle to laga ..ye sab sach nhi..
Par jab wo nashaa mehsus kia..to wo ehsaas..
Kahar dhaa gyaa..!!

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Unke pas aane ne ..
Diwaana sa hume kr dia..
Aur unka dur jaana bhi..
Kahar dhaa gya..!!

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Mehfil unke didaar ko bechen rehti thi..
Ye aankhe unke intzaar ko bechen rehti thhi..
Sochte thhe..wo mehfil k rang me rang jaaenge..
Par unka mehfil ko rang jaana..
Kahar dhaa gya..!!

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                                                        Taarif me uski..
                                                         Aur kyaa kahu..
                                                          Uska zindagi me aana..
                                                                 Kahar dhaa gya..!!

Friday, January 27, 2012

Team India Ke Sher Ho Gaye Dher

TEAM INDIA'S DOWN FALL..:P



BY KJ..
For the Indian cricket team..

Team India ko ye kyaa ho gya hai..
Team ka har player fisaddi ho gya hai..

LAXMAN low score ki "laxman rekha" me fass gya hai..
DHONI ko to jaise saap dass gya hai..:p




 GAMBHIR apne out hone k reason khoj rha hai..
"Arre..fir bold ho gya..?"..DRAVID yahi soch rha hai..:p




SACHIN ko lag rhi hai..100th. century bohot bhaari..
SEHWAG ko pitch par jaate hi ho rhi hai shayad "DAST" ki bimaari..:p

ZAHEER akela kb tk jitaaega..
Arre o ishant sharma..tu kitna kutaaega..:p

KOHLI aur ASHWIN ne dikhaya thodaa dum..
Par AUSTRALIA k saamne..wo bhi thha paani kam..

VIDESHO me bajj gya hai india kaa baaja..
O naadaan parinde..ghar aaja..!!!!






Ab muuhhhhhh Chupane se bhi kuch nahi hoga







Na Hi Rone se Jeet Milegi







Jeet Unhi ko milti hai
Jinke Irado mai jaan hoti hai

Jeet Unhi ko milti hai
Jinke Irado mai jaan hoti hai

Are paise ki chaka coundh mai apne kartavya ko na bhool pyare
Kyoki tere karm teri karni se hi teri pehchan hoti hai..


A song every Indian Cricket Player should read...


Falak pakad ke utho, aur hawa pakad ke chalo, Tum chalo to hindustan chale, Lagao haath ke suraj subah nikala karein, Hatheliyon bhare dhoop aur uchhala karein, Ufaq pe paav rakho, aur chalo akad ke chalo, Falak pakad ke utho, aur hawa pakad ke chalo, Tum chalo, to hindustan chale Hindustan chale... Chalo!





Thursday, January 26, 2012

YAADO ME REHNE DO








                              




Me hu aaj kisi ki yaado me khoya..   
mujhe un yaado ke sahaare rehne do..
wo haqiqat me ab nhi..bas sapno me hi hai..
mujhe bhi haqiqat bhulaakr..un sapno me rehne do..

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Wohi meri zameen..wo hi aasmaan thhe..
wo hi manzil kaa raasta..aur wo hi mukaam thhe..
wo hi thhe hasi..wo hi thhe khushi..
wo hi subah..aur wo hi sukun bhari shaam thhe..

Bohot kuch kehna baaki thha unse..
wo tab naa keh saka..ab kehne do..
me hu aaj kisi ki yaado me khoya..
mujhe unhi yaado me rehne do..

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Unki kami zindagi me..
koi puri nhi kar paya..
aansu sabne pochhe..
par dil ke zakhm koi nhi bhar paaya..

un zakhmo ka hai jo dard..
us dard ko sehne do..
me hu aaj kisi ki yaado me khoyaa..
mujhe unhi yaado me rehne do..rehne do..

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

KHUSHI KE LAMHE

ONE OF MY FAV.POETRY..:))

"KHUSHI KE LAMHE"





Mene khushi ke lamho se pucha..
itne din tum kahaa thhe..

wo muskuraae aur bole..
hum to humesha yahi thhe..
par tum hi kuch dino se..
khush nhi thhe..

tum par kuch gum ke baadal chhaye thhe..
jo tumne khud apni marzi se bulwaaye thhe..

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tumhe jab bhi hum jese lamhe mile..
tumhe lgaa kam hi mile..
jab bhi khushi k lamhe tumhe hsaane aaye..
tum humesha aankho se nam hi mile..

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tumne jab bhi gum k lamho ko apnaya hai..
to hmesha zindagi ko buraa hi paaya hai..
isliye unhe bhulkar..bs khushi ke lamhe apnaao..
dusro ko bhi khush rakho..khud bhi khilkhilaao..!!

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Bachpan...

HI EVERYONE..HERE IS ONE MORE POETRY FROM MY CREATIONS..HOPE U WILL LIKE IT..:))

"BACHPAN.."


                              

Wo bachpan ki befikr zindagi..
Na samay ki thi chinta..naa thi koi paabandi..
Wo sab atit ki giraft me kaid ho gye..
Kyu bachpan ko piche chhodkar..hum bade ho gye..

Pehle din bhar guzarta tha maa baap ke saath..
Aaj bas kuch lamho ka hi waqt hai..
Naa galti hai unki..naa bhul hai hmari..
Kya kre competiton ka pressure hi itna saqt hai..

Pehle khilone tutate the..dil nhi tuta thha..
Pehle thi pal bhar ki narazgi..koi hmesha k liye nhi rutha thha..
Feelings ki is bhaasah ke..kyu hum likhe pde ho gye..
Kyu bachpan ko pichhe chhodkar..hum sab bade ho gye..

Pehle hum zindagi ke maze lete thhe..
Aaj zindagi hmare maze le rhi hai..
Naa kisi ko hai parwah..na kisi ko khabar hai.
K zindagi kis disha me beh rhi hai..

Success,money aur reputation ki is race me..
Kyu hum khade ho gye..
Kyu bachpan ko pichhe chhodkar..
Hum.....bade ho gye..

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Saturday, January 21, 2012

Maa...

HEY EVERYONE..PLEASE DO READ THIS POETRY CREATED BY ME..:)


This is specially dedicated to my MAA..




                     


 "SHUKRIYAA..!!"

Maa aapka shukriyaa..
maa aapka shuriyaa..

Bachpan me mujhe chalna sikhaaya..
Jab bhi gira mujhe pyaar se uthaaya..
Wo aapki godi..wo aapki lori..
Aur wo aapka aanchal..jisme mujhe sulaaya..
Bachpan ki wo har yaad ka shuriyaa..

Maa aapka shukriyaa..
maa aapka shuriyaa..

Kya sahi hai..kya hai galat..
Har sanskaar aapne sikhaaya..
Khud raato me jaag jaag kr..
Mujhe chen ki neend sulaaya..
Wo nind aur wo aaram ka shukriyaa..

Maa aapka shukriyaa..
maa aapka shuriyaa..

Bukhaar me guzri un raato me..
Mujhe thik krne ka har tarika aazmaaya..
Khud ki fikr ko hmesha chhodkar..
Pehle mujhe khilaakr..fir hi khudne khaana khaya..
Paani ki wo patti..aur sir dard k us baam ka shukriyaa..

Maa aapka shukriyaa..
maa aapka shuriyaa..

Meri har zidd ko puraa krne k liye..
Khud ki har ichha ko mitaaya..
Meri har chaah ko puraa krne k liye..
Har baar pura zor lgaya..
Mere har us sapne saakaar ka shukriya..

Maa aapka shukriyaa..
maa aapka shuriyaa..

Jab jab bhi toot kr bikhraa me..
Har baar aapne houslaa bdaaya..
Jab jab bhi ghiraa samasyaao k tufaan me..
Aapne hi har baar paar lagaya..
Hausla badaane wali wo baat..
Aur sir par us haath ka shukriyaa..

Maa aapka shukriyaa..
maa aapka shuriyaa..

Jitna aapne kia hai mere liye..
Uske badle me shayad hi kuch kr paau..
Par ek ichha mann me zaroor hai..
Ki aapki har khwaaish ko pura krke dikhaau..
Aapke pyaar aur aapke aashirwaad ka shukriyaa..

Maa aapka shukriyaa..
maa aapka shuriyaa..





                                  

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Love doesn't follow any caste or religion, it just follow 2 hearts


This entry is part of BlogAdda contests in association with Zapstore


Love is the eternal truth of life . You have to go all the way to find it. 
Adventure is accompanied with excitement and passion.
When both of them combine Miracles happen.


So lets start with the story which revolves around this 3 words.


Gyan and Saraswati were new to Indore.
They had got admission to Institute of Engineering and Technology and were eagerly waiting for their semesters to start.


Though they belonged to the same village of Uttar Pradesh, they hardly knew each other.
Gyan was an adventure lover guy. Trekking , Swimming and exploring new destinations were his hobbies. His dream was to work for Discovery Channel though had to study engineering because of his family compulsion.


Saraswati was a nature lover and had a passion to capture the amazing creations of nature.
She had a childhood dream of becoming a  Photographer but somehow landed into engineering field.
Although she was from a village she looked no less than a princess.
Those beautiful eyes with a touch of kajal, long silky hairs and a pair of pink ballets were enough for the Indian beauty to turn heads.


On the first day of the college itself they dashed their vehicles into one another and from that day onward , developed animosity towards each other.


College has this tradition of taking the freshers to an outing ,in the first week of college so that they can easily mingle with each other.
This time the place was decided as Tincha Fall.
 As it was rainy season so a waterfall surrounded by natural beauty was the best place to visit.


Gyan was happy as he got an opportunity of trekking in the first week of college itself and Saraswati too was eager to test her photography skills with her Fuji AX300 Camera,
   a pocket camera with all the desired features.
                             

  Tincha fall is a beautiful waterfall which falls from a height of 40 feet. It has a village on one side and forest on another. To reach the pond of water where the fall water gets accumulated, one has to trek 40 feet downwards.




                                

  Everyone who went down to the pond was warned not to go in deep water and to remain with the group.

  
  A group of 15 people including Gyan and Saraswati were busy enjoying themselves at the pond.
  
  There were few cave like structures were the water was flowing from the pond.
  Gyan was eager to find what lied inside the caves as the structure was looking very appealing to him. Same was the case with Saraswati as she also wanted to have closer shots of the beautiful natural constructs.




                                  



   Saraswati some how got to a rock close to the cave from where she could take some amazing snaps. As she was clicking pics , a snake suddenly showed up from the water and in fear of it she lost her balance and fell into the flowing water which was heading towards the cave.

  She become unconscious because of been hit by a stone on head and soon fainted .
  Gyan, who was not far away, noticed her flowing inside the cave with the water. He tried to get hold of her hand but himself lost balance and fell in to the water.

  All were told to leave the pond as it was time to go back.
  When headcount was taken Gyan and Saraswati were the only one missing. There was a sudden turmoil in the group. Everyone was frightened to think of what could have happened to both of them.


  Meanwhile Gyan and Saraswati were carried by the water flow to a lake in the forest ,as the water from the cave flowed into the lake.
   
   Gyan gained consciousness but found Saraswati lying in the water ,still unconscious.
   She was bleeding from the head. He collected some heap of leaves and made her lay on it.
   Then he took out his Samsung Wave which was to his surprise was still working and opened the navigation map apps to find out their location. They were some 500 m from the fall in the middle of the forest. He was unable to call anyone as there were no signals available.


                                      
  
   It was already 7 pm with sun waving goodbye  and night making it's way through.
   The horizon had also become dark grey with darkness widening its presence all around.
   He started collecting some wood logs to produce fire, in meanwhile Saraswati also got to her senses. She was suffering from pain as she had bruises in her head and also she had thorns pricked in her arms and feet.


   Gyan took his hanky and tied it on her head so that the swelling didn't increased further.
   "You look weak", Inquired her. "Well don't worry about me , I will be fine.
     It's mild fever which will go away by itself", assured Gyan.
    You are been hit badly in your head. It's swollen up like a pumpkin and there are lots of thorns                    also which are pricked in your body.
    So he advised her to lay still while he removed the thorns from her arms. She was feeling uncomfortable as he hold her arm ,but than she could hardly move so had no other option.
   He removed all the thorns from her hand and made his way to her feet. The pink ballets were
worn away and blood came out from her soles. He gently took the ballets out, placed her feet  on his lap and carefully took the thorns out. Then he rubbed her feet softly so that she could relax and 
it helped her alleviate the pain.


                                        


   Though both remained silent their eyes did all the talking. He was not the guy she thought on their first meet. Not only he was caring but he was brave too. She could feel her heart beat running a marathon when he touched her again. 
   This time he got closer to her lips, at first she hesitated but than she closed her eyes. It was a signal for him to go on , gently they locked their lips which slowly turned into a passionate kiss.


                                     










   Love finally found it's way into their hearts.






                                     


   Both of them were frightened as they could hear the roaring of animals, air flowing sayeee........
   sayeee......:P  . Suddenly Gyan's cell beeped , how come it was still working , a miracle indeed  . It was a msg from one of his friend asking about his whereabouts. 
  He quickly called him up and told him where they are stuck up, thanks to the navigation map apps on this Samsung Wave. Within 2 hours they were rescued from the forest.
  
   Now they use to eat, study and roam together in the college. They become one of the popular couple of the college. Everyone was very excited to listen to ,what all happened in the forest which transformed hate at first sight into forever love.


  On the other hand when the news of this incident and their infant love reached their village , there was a fit of rage in both families. Gyan was a Brahmin while Saraswati was a Rajput , as they belonged to different caste, falling in love with each other was the biggest crime created by them as per their families. People of village were very narrow minded and disapproved of loving someone from a different caste.


  Both of them were immediately called to the village so that Panchayat can decide what should be done and if necessary what punishment should be given to both of them.
   Saraswati was very scared when she came to know that everyone in her village had come to know about her and Gyan relationship and that her brothers will kill them for what they have done. Gyan told her to keep faith in god and their love and promised that he would be with her till his last breath.


  Mr Das was the Sarpanch of the village. Though he had studied only till 10th, his studies didn't became an obstacle in his progress and decision making abilities. He was a broad minded person and was aware of thinking of today's youth.

   It was 6pm and Panchayat was ready to decide the fate of the love birds. On having discussion for 1 hour , finally Sarpanch came out with Panchayat decision. 
   Love is supreme. It has no boundaries or limits. 
   It doesn't follow any caste or religion but only the hearts of pious souls. 




   Gyan and Saraswati have the right to marry each other according to Indian constitution and no one should try to threaten them against it. It is Panchayat's decision.


   There was a pin drop silence among the villagers. No one had expected Sarpanch to come up with such a decision which was against their customs and traditions.                                                 


   Suddenly Saraswati's brothers took out their swords, chisels and ran towards Gyan who was standing alone near the tree. He was unaware of what was coming till he heard the scream of Saraswati , who came in middle of the sword and his body.Blood was pouring out from her body like water from a tap.


   Next blow had Gyan on his knees with the chisel deeply rooted in this stomach.
  Both of them laid there bathing in blood, gasping for air and fighting for their love..
  They had their hands in each other , still trying to get close enough to feel their love for the last time , than came the second blow and it looked like game over.


                                      


  Sarpanch came running towards both of them. He could feel their pulses , so without wasting a single second he called the City's hospital helpline no which was located in Kanpur, fortunately the only hospital having a helicopter ambulance also. Kanpur was on a distance of 10 km from the village, so in no time the helicopter was there and police also came at the same time. 


  Saraswati brother's were arrested and a report was also charged against both of their families.


  It is a miracle indeed that both of them survived the blows and are happily married for 4 years.
  Both of them now work for an NGO Shakti Vahini who works to prevent honor killings and make people understand the Indian constitution, rights and duties of an Indian citizen and most importantly the essence of LOVE.


                                      











Saturday, January 14, 2012

Every Success story is also a story of great Failure



Failure is the highway to success. Tom Watson Sr. said, If you want to succeed, 
double your failure rate.
If you study history, you will find that all stories of success are also stories of great failures. 
But people don't see the failures.

They only see one side of the picture and they say that person got lucky 
"He must have been at the right place at the right time".

Let me share life history of some people with you. 

This was a man who failed in business at the age of 21 ; was defeated in a 
legislative race at age 22; failed again in business at age 24; overcame the 
death of his sweetheart at age 26; had a nervous breakdown at age 27;
 lost a congressional race at age 34; lost a senatorial race at age 45;
 failed in an effort to become vice-president at age 47; 
lost a senatorial race at age 49; and was elected president of the United States at age 52.
This man was Abraham Lincoln.
Would you call him a failure? He could have quit.
 But to Lincoln, defeat was a detour and not a dead end.

                  


In 1913, Lee De Forest, inventor of the triodes tube, was charged by the district attorney 
for using fraudulent means to mislead the public into buying stocks of
his company by claiming that he could transmit the human voice across the Atlantic.
He was publicly humiliated.
Can you imagine where we would be without his invention?
                      

A New York Times editorial on December 10, 1903, questioned the wisdom of the 
Wright Brothers who were trying to invent a machine, heavier than air, that would fly. 
One week later, at Kitty Hawk, the Wright Brothers took their famous flight.

                  

Colonel Sanders, at age 65, with a beat-up car and a $100 check from Social 
Security, realized he had to do something. He remembered his mothers recipe and 
went out selling. How many doors did he have to knock on before he got his first order?
 It is estimated that he had knocked on more than a thousand doors before he got his first order. 
                 


How many of us quit after three tries, five tries, ten tries, and then we 
say we tried as hard as we could.

As a young cartoonist, Walt Disney faced many rejections from newspaper editors, 
who said he had no talent. 
One day a minister at a church hired him to draw some cartoons. 
Disney was working out of a small mouse infested shed near the church. After seeing a small mouse, he was inspired. That was the start of Mickey Mouse.

                      



Successful people don't do great things, they only do small things in a 
great way.

One day a partially deaf four year old kid came home with a note in his pocket 
from his teacher,Your Tommy is too stupid to learn, get him out of the school.
His mother read the note and answered, My Tommy is not stupid to learn, I will 
teach him myself. And that Tommy grew up to be the great Thomas Edison. 
Thomas Edison had only three months of formal schooling and he was partially deaf.     

             


Henry Ford forgot to put the reverse gear in the first car he made.
Do you consider these people failures? They succeeded in spite of problems, not 
in the absence of them. 
But to the outside world, it appears as though they just got lucky.

                   

All success stories are stories of great failures. The only difference is that
every time they failed, they bounced back. This is called failing forward, rather than backward. 
You learn and move forward. Learn from your failure and keep moving.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

The Seven Wonders of the World

Junior High school students were studying the seven wonders of the world.
At the end of the lesson, the students were asked to list down the what according to them are the
seven wonders of the world.
Though there were many choice made, those which received the most votes were

   1. Great Pyramids




                                   









   




2. Taj Mahal




3. Grand Canyon

   


4. Great wall of China

  

5. Statue of Liberty

 

6. Eiffel Tower



7. Leaning tower of Pisa




While gathering the votes, the teacher noted that one student, a quiet gal, hadn't turned her paper.
So she asked the gal if she was facing some trouble with her list.
The gal quietly replied ," Yes a little. I couldn't quite make up my mind  because they were so many.
The teacher said, "Well , tell us what you have , may be we can help.

The gal hesitated and said according to me following are the Seven wonders of the world.

1. to touch..
2. to feel..
3. to see..
4. to hear..
5. to taste..
6. to laugh..
7. and to love..

There was a pin drop silence in the room.

This story gives us a simple message that the things we overlook as simple and ordinary are often
the most beautiful and wonderful. We don't have to travel to anywhere to experience them.
So enjoy your gifts..:)

Monday, January 2, 2012

Vaishno devi trip, Amritsar cops, accident and KFC meal.... Experience I would never forget


The work was less in office as Christmas had just passed and new year was going to come.
Everyone was getting bored so we decided to share some of our past experiences which still caused goose bumps to us.

Abhijeet started with his hostel experience of how they used to go for long drives on their bikes at 3 in the morning to eat at a famous chat centre and roam on the streets of Jaipur.
One day they were chased by police and it was a thrilling escape for them, same as in Dhoom movie.

Deepti narrated the incident of how she saved her sister and herself from the fire which started from their Rajai and extended to the whole room.

Now it was my turn. I was trying to recollect those incidences which had left their mark on my conscious as well as subconscious mind and suddenly one incident came at the top of the list.
It was one of those experiences where my sharp mind and fiery tongue got me out of a sticky situation.

Everyone in the family was busy thinking about the destination we should be visiting in this summer vacations. Some said south India, few came up with suggestion of Rajasthan brahman, at last Nanaji came up with idea of Vaishno Devi trip which was accepted unanimously.





We decided to go by our own vehicle because the main fun of these trips lies in enjoying the journey together by singing, dancing and doing other activities. Amritsar was where we were going to halt as one of Daddy’s friend lived there.

We started on 15th from Indore and reached Amritsar on 16th.  We got a warm welcome from Dad’s friend and his family. They were very vivacious and amiable people. We thoroughly enjoyed their company on our visit to places like golden temple and Jaliawala Bagh.



                                     

We planned to leave for Jammu on 18th in the morning. There was a tradition in our family to give some gift to the family members of the house where we stayed. Dad’s Friend and his family was a big fan of KFC. So I was told by Dad to get a meal packed from the nearby KFC outlet


                                       


I told our driver to get me to the nearest KFC present in the town. We had travelled for an hour but luck was not in our favour as we couldn’t find a single KFC outlet. Suddenly our Innova came to a halt. As I was totally immersed in listening to music on my iphone ,I had no idea of what had happened. I was awed by the set of events that happened thereafter, within few minutes of time span.

A couple, Sardarji and his wife came towards our Innova and pulled me out.
My Driver ran into the nearby park leaving me alone.
There was a police station nearby from where I could see two 6 feet tall muscular Sikh cops approaching us.
Sardar’s wife started conversing with the cops in Punjabi and after 5 minutes of conversation one of the cop came to me and TADAK……………….was the sounded that resonated.

Cop demanded 5000 bucks to be paid to the couple; otherwise they would seize my vehicle and put me behind the bars.
I appeased myself, controlled my anger and tried to explain them that it was not my fault and he should listen to the whole story.   
Cop rebuked me and threatened to put behind the bars.

I was shocked, humiliated and at the same time in no men’s land as I didn’t knew what to do next.
It was a straightforward plot against me as I could see nothing had happened to Sardarji and his wife and also to their bike.
Suddenly an idea stuck my mind. I knew that Jaswant Singh was the MLA from Amritsar, so why not call him for help.
I dialled a no, the name which was displayed was Jaswant Uncle, my father’s friend…:P
Coincidently his name was same as that of Mr MLA from Amritsar.

Me:  Sasriyakal Jaswant Uncle, Ankit here
Uncle:  haan putarrr tell me what happened?
Me:  Actually uncleji I just left from your home an hour ago as I had some work to finish.
        We were moving swiftly and safely but suddenly a couple on bike stopped infront of us and          
         started accusing us of hitting and damaging their bike and also causing bruises to them.
         There is also a police station nearby whose cops after listening to the lady slapped me hard
         without actually knowing my side of story.

Jaswant Singh was among the league of wise men present on this earth. He understood the matter quickly and told me to handover my cell to one of the cops present there. I did the same.
After 10 minutes of conversation I could hear only 2 words continuously pouring out of the cop’s mouth SORRY SIRJI SORRY SIRJI
“I know I have done a mistake and I promise I won’t repeat it again”, reassured the cop.

He then handed the cell back to me with a sorry and please forgive me gesture.
Me: Thanks Uncleji, will come home in 1 hour.
Saying this I cut the call as I had matters left to settle with Sardarji and his wife.
I told the cop to check Sardarji for alcohol as I got a foul smell from his mouth, when he was shouting and accusing me on top of his voice.
Cop verified for the same and found Sardarji guilty.

“So sardarji should we put you up in lockup for drinking alcohol while driving bike”, I enquired.
Sardarji and his wife went on their knees and with joint hands pleaded for forgiveness.
Ok I can give you a chance to compensate for what you have done.
If you can get me the best meal from KFC in half an hour, I will let you leave untouched, else you know the consequences. Don’t try to act clever and disappear as the cops has made a note of your bike no.
At once they picked up their bike and flew away with great speed.

Now the driver had also returned as he was watching everything happen from a nearby place, that he was hiding at.
I scolded driver for being so irresponsible and coward when he knew that it was not his mistake.
The cops took us inside the police station and ordered for some snacks till the time couple came up with our meal.
Within 45 minutes the couple was infront of us, with the KFC meal in their hand.

The inspector rebuked them for what they did and gave a warning that, if next time they were found
doing such stuff, they would be put behind the bars.
I was really very happy as my sharp mind and fiery tongue not only got me out of the trouble but also helped me in getting a delicious KFC meal for free and saving lots of my precious time which would have been otherwise wasted in searching for a KFC outlet.

So that was my story.
Everyone in my team appreciated me for my shrewdness, specially my Project Leader who in a humorous manner, advised me to show some part of it in the Project also….:D




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