Wednesday, July 28, 2010

the 99 trouble (a court incident)


(for the one who told me few hours back why i was not writing anythin..u do motivate me buddy)
 
So what have i been up to lately?.. office.home..movies...coupled with few more court visits.. would like to share a small incident which happened few days ago in one of the lower courts..i had gone to attend my company matter but turned out the judge of our court was on leave.. his junior was hearing our matters- a small young girl (must be my age) sitting on that chair did burst my ego a bit.. 

anyhow when she heard our matter she decided it needed a good hearing from someone senior and thought it best to forward it to some other judge who usually takes up evening court matters..n it was fixed for 11.30 am.. we had one hour to kill and considering the weather and how hot and sticky it was there with no place to sit ..nor stand, we decided to sit in that court itself and waited for our chance to come..

as usual i involved myself with something i enjoy most..looking around, observing things, scenes, watching people behave the way they do and while i was busy doing this, i saw a very old fragile lady sitting behind me..must be here some family dispute i thought..true it was.. and when the judge came and called her the poor lady got up accompanied by her lawyer with 2 hefty looking opposite counsels ..the stage was of cross examination..i.e. the lawyers of the opposite party were going to examine her..for the non-legal pals, this comes after examination-in-chief, when your own lawyer shall ask you questions..now as the rules suggest, while the cross-examination is going on, the lady's own counsel cannot utter a single word or it would amount to him putting words in her mouth..i was beginning to feel this was going to be one weird sight.. she being old, hard of hearing, would need some help after all..it was some property matter i am sure the sons/daughters must be fighting over it now that she was a widow.. she was made to sit in a chair at a side..the judge told her that "mata ji, har sawaal dhyaan se suniyega aur soch kar jawab dijiega".. her lawyer on the left, she sitting in the middle, the 2 strong hefty ones on her right.. i could not feel but pity for her to be in such a situation at her age which would be more than 80-85years.

so, the cross started.. to my surprise, the judge started calling other matters in the hope that the lawyers would do their job pretty well and he did not have to focus his attentions completely upon them.. but..seldom does that happen here.. she was asked questions which were striked towards her minute after minute,, in between i could see her remove her specs, stop those tears which were about to shed with the pallu of her saree, and move on with the next question.. 
in that span of 5minutes itself, the opposite counsels were often getting loud and warning the lady's lawyer not to say anything.. and then the weirdest thing happened..
she was asked how old the lease deed was..she said.. 99 in hindi.. that is NINYAANVE.. in a second her lawyer repeated her word for the typist to type it and said 99.. little did anyone know this was gonna lead into a scuffle..

the whole conversation went like this
"opposite lawyers: aapne 99 kaise kaha, apko humne itni baar kaha ki aap kuch nahi kahenge jab mataji ne ninyaanve kaha toh apa kyu bole"
lady's lawyer: sir what really is the difference between the two, she said it in hindi i just converted it into english for the court's convenience to record it..how does it lead to me influencing her or trying to tell her what to say?

the other lawyers in a much angry tone filled with rage and disgust

"nahi aap limit cross kar rahe hain judge sab dekh rahe hain kaise aap har baar beech me keh rahe hain and ab aap unhe bolne dijiye aap 99 kyun keh rahe hain"

lady's lawyer to one of the opposite counsels: i am telling you mister xyz please tell your friend yo keep quiet i have been tolerating him for the past 15minutes he does this everytime i am telling you this is gonna happen again so u better tell him to remain calm..what kind of advocacy are we practicing here..we are making a mockery of the system...etc etc etc

and all this is happening in front of the judge who seems to have lost his voice and cannot bring the situation in control.. their voices echo in the whole room and everyone's attention is on these few people.. the judge tries to calm the lawyers down but he also knows this is common and will happen again for sure..

in the end to settle things once and for all.. the old lady is asked again..aapne kya kaha tha mataji kitne saal..
to which she sadly replied.. "maine ninyaanve kaha tha aur mere vakil ne 99.. ".. i felt like getting up from my seat and giving her  a tight hug..but then..

Thursday, July 22, 2010

one life to live..

i wish every morning when i watch the news or read the newspaper,
there are less reports of deaths, mishaps and accidents;
but more than anything what i most pray for nowadays is
not another news of suicides being committed by today's youngsters.


from a child of class as young as 8th to a bright smart college student,
it just seems to be the trend of the day
just wonder what makes them take this extreme step,
how they are driven towards it, i am just full of shock and dismay.


from not passing in exams which matter least, a fight with someone known or stranger
or simply showing that you love someone, the reasons are unbelievable and manifold,
but how can anything be so motivating for someone to make him
give up his life, lo and behold!

be it the overload of information via the media or the lack of love and care but
something like this needs to stop, before the situation goes out of control.
the simple fact remains that kids today are growing up faster yet not mature enough,
and for this the school and parents have to play a very significant role

just think about the loved ones who are left by,the near and dear ones
with no choice but to accept the fact that you are no longer there with them
think about all those years they spent making your every wish come true
if still nothing seems to stop you, just go to your family and spend few moments with them.

coz you got one life to live, and you gotta live it to the fullest
and make the most of it while you are alive
remember if god brought mankind on earth
only he and no one else has the right to take away our life




Monday, July 19, 2010

for all the C.A's and trying to be C.A's....

plight of trying to be c.a's...my sympathiessss

(have been trying to put off writing on this topic for long..but today just cannot resist...)

how would i feel if i am a student entering the exam hall knowing that "fail toh hone ka chance full on hai",,how would i feel if i am an examiner and i have been told to flunk as many as possible, keep the bar tooo high, check too damn strictly and the future of the student rests in my hands?? welcome to the world of this famous, wanted, crazy, profession called  C.A...THEY SAY its the journey that matters towards the end,,true because this very journey seeems just never never ending ...

today in the morning the c.a. result came out.. once again hardly 15% would have passed..i had to check the result of my friend ...one good news was it was my friend yashaswini's birthday today and she messaged me that she had cleared finally..was very happy for her...and then i typed random roll numbers and all i saw was fail..fail..fail..and some more..
kinda shock for me because this word "fail"- i have always tried to keep away from me as much as possible but when you see people close to you work hard and not get the desired result..it does hurt a bit..
howwever,  i wont be the kind to talk about luck and chance coz i strongly feel if you have worked hard and IN THE RIGHT WAY, noone can stop you from suceeding.. what about the 15% who did clear..if they could, then so could you...

so i always thought it was tough to crack iim's, iit's, civil services exams but one could sail through c.a with some good efforts..? but..no..move beyond them..because over the past few years i have come across this virus called C.A- chartered accountancy profession-one of the most sought after professions in our country but very rarely do i see or hear of it in the media.. while one part of the country is busy in taking up science and creating engineers out of their homes, there is a chunk--and mind you a very large chunk comprising equal number of boys and girls who visit the institute of chartered accountants of india each year with the dream of becoming a CA one day..and does that day come very soon? sorry more often than not..it does not... !!!


in a large part of our country, those with commerce background,, usually take up b.com and/or fill the form for CA.. though now the course curriculum and scheme has changed but the fact remains that..it has a very very very low passing percentage.. when i took up law atleast i was assured of my degree..that i shall be getting it unless some divine intervention makes me flunk exams..but not just me most of our fields, or those doin mba's atleast know they shall complete it..but when it comes to this dreadful course..once u enter..there is just NO looking back.. and this i know from the fact that though i was myself doing bcom but never really got convinced to do it (was not found of finance and practical subjects) but have seen many around me , a lot of my friends, acquaintances, and my closest friends go through this torture as i best call it.. 

the institute says they want to take only the cream, the best of the lot, if they clear more students, then the value of the course shall diminish..also since the recession and the satyam fiasco the demand has reduced a bit and the government has become more stringent in their directives towards the institute to have tougher exams, tougher checking, and the ultimate sufferers are the poor students... endless list of subjects, numerous hours of coaching at centres all over india, 3 years of training in any office with meagre stipend (many times unpaid too), fill countless number of pages by the name of POSTALS- which is just a  cut copy paste of topics in the book..then exams every may and november, and by the time u have time to breathe ur result comes out u fail and then back to the grind again..

i have nothing against the fact that it is a tough course..it should be.. after all once u become a c.a. there is a plethora of options and its upto you whether you make or mar your career.. but i just feel for the student..after doing the very same subject so many times and flunnking, wont the value of this very course diminish in his/her life??.. what i want to know is whether the study material given by the institute up to date? if they blame students for going for coaching then can they vouch for the fact that their material is good enough? fact is it is not..and one has to refer to various books, famous coaching institutes to the likes of ajai jain,  v g gupta, etc.. and it aint cheap tooo..
i just feel sad for the students.. if out of 20,000 say 10% pass that is 2000 then the rest have no option but to wait have patience and do better in the next shot...

i am no c.a to give any advice on how to clear the exams..infact sometimes i feel soo motivated to just join it for the heck of it to see and know what is the deal all about,, why is it sooo damn tough to clear..or is it that students are not getting the best direction ..specially those in the small town areas who have less access to internet, and other new technologies?? and if the demand is soo less..then its better to take in less students at the first instance so that the others can look for other options and avenues...

yes becoming a c.a. is a big deal..its a good deal for sure.. but if the journey is not at all worth remembering and so tiresome, and monotonous, then something should be done to address the grievance and plight of these students whose life career and future depends on certain examiners who are checking their answer sheets...
think about it...

a divine image- by william blake..

read and liked it..

Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And secrecy the human dress.


The human dress is forged iron,
The human form a fiery forge,
The human face a furnace seal'd,
The human heart its hungry gorge.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

the curious case of courts in the city....

"the curious case of courts in the city"........... (based on personal experiences)


i remember when i was in school and used to argue a hell lot with my parents on any thing possible my dad used to tell me that "tujhe toh vakil banna chahiye bas behes karti rehti hai"".. never thought it might become true some day.. Till i had joined law i never had any idea whatsoever about how the legal profession works. just one fine day on the advice of a friend i filled up the d.u entrance form, went for the exam, cleared it, left my job and took admission in the college..but i have to admit, this legal profession is one of the most interesting professions one can be in.. its unpredictable, involves drowning into books for case research and analysis of various laws, lot of running around from the office, chamber, court, back to office, late nights and back to the grind again the next day..

but what interests me most amidst all this is the experiences one has in the delhi courts..
most of us have seen courts only in movies or heard from friends.. i wish none of u have been involved in any matter which led you to the court and if it did,then god have mercy on you coz u can never know when your case shall be decided..it could take months, years....you know the deal.. :)

what happens inside the court rooms remains a secret, as even the media is not allowed to print any pictures of what was happening behind those closed doors.. here also i shall not take the liberty of saying things i am not supposed to but i cant resist myself from telling some general things specially which are harmless and are without any prejudice to anyone..
for eg...yesterday i went to the high court, i was unaware that we had a matter there as it was supposed to have been called on monday..anyhow..not dressed in black and white rather a suit (being a company employed officer we cannot appear as advocate but legal officers) i went around noon as our matter was supposed to come around 12-12.30.. so..i walk inside the lobby which is BUZZING..buzzing with all hustle bustle as if the entire city has some case here.. u look left u look right u see gals, guys, men and women dressed up in black and white holding files going to their respective court rooms. the atmosphere is so charged up you almost wake up if you are feeling sleepy.. and then the D.U LAW FAC ADVANTAGE.. 2 out of every 10 people i see i know i have seen them.. i might not remember their names, they might not even know mine.. but we walk past each other with a faint smile..which gets wider if you both recognize each other.. or you meet people u have been friends with and then it feels like back to college again..

anyhow time to go to the court.. i go inside sit at the behind waiting desperately for my matter to be called at the earliest.. little do i know that the lawyers currently arguing their case are going to spend the next one and a half hour trying to convince the poor judge that each of them is right and stating the true law.. sometimes i feel like dozing off..sometimes i get interested in their arguments, sometimes i just look around at the people who are affected by what the judge says..the anxious look on their faces..i feel sympathetic towards them..and then its 1.30p.m and forget my matter coming, its time for a lunch break..the courts rise the judge leaves and we all come out..
the best thing about this court is the famous canteen/cafe as u may wanna call it..duirng my previous internships when i used to come here.i was told in advance about the yummy food it had the naan, panner, biryani, idli dosa, and so on..
but, the catch is that it is for LAWYERS ONLY..to top it all i was not dressed in the attire required and when i entered the canteen, i had never felt soooo out of place in my life..to my defence, the first face i saw was of my very very old friend, together since nursery, it was a pleasant surprise and i was seeing him after 7 long years..we used to play together, participate in races, do the duty in our stall during the school fete days and later in senior school werent that close as it always happens..anyhow after some chit chat with him, i looked for a place to sit and eat..d waiter was unwilling to serve me and asked me madam ji aap vakil ho na..after convincing him of my job profile he agreed to get me a plate of idli sambhar and while i was staring into the walls another batchmate of mine from college waved at me and so glad i was to see her and went sat with her..
after a quick lunch it was back to the court room hopefully the matter would come up for hearing by 2.30pm, to our misfortune our opposite party counsel had also not graced us with his presence so the odds were not favouring me at all..by this time the chilling a.c. inside the room and in the lobby as well was beginning to give me a headache.. yes if you want respite from the heat, find someone and accompany him here and you shall be really content with the atmosphere i am sure..
waiting and some more waiting.. by 3.30pm...nothing happened.. but we had to wait atleast 4.30 till the judge would call it a day... but then after a while we were told that all those who are here for other matters could kindly leave as there were no chances of anyone else's case being heard today..dejected , bit relieved i came out and headed back to my office.. as i write this i may be told anytime to go as i am supposed to go today as well..but this is part of the deal right..

yes when you enter a court, you feel gosh what everyone in delhi has some legal matter? or gosh how many people have become lawyers really??? talk about having the bar exam trying to churn out, why doesnt the government stop all those unrecognised colleges in n.c.r and small towns who are giving a law degree for peanuts rather than making us sit for another exam again??/

another point, i have only talked about one of the most decent courts in delhi, if i begin to tell about what places like patiala house and karkardooma courts look like and the naalas and garbage bins literally inside them you might change your mind from litigation to something else.. but all this has its own fun and whoever i see as lawyers they seem to be enjoying what they are doing.. and that is how it should be...
life in the legal fraternity..is a own small world..only those who have the patience courage and the passion stick in the longer run..anyone can enter..but if you want to stay..you need all this and little more ...
what say...?

Monday, July 12, 2010

fifa ends..cwg inches closer..wory for india all along..

last night was an amazing spectacular show organised by the south africans.. ofcourse everyone was awaiting the final match but the closing ceremony preceding it was worth being in africa and watching.. the use of lights colours graphics technology the way the show had been put up, i was just wondering what would india be doing when we have the commonwealth games here in delhi this october.. the state of affairs as it stands, on every road in delhi, there seems to be some construction..something dug up, or something about to be dug up.. metros, flyovers, road bridges, subways, so on and so forth.. visit the heart of delhi c,p someday and you would give ur eyes a shock..is this the connaught place i used to come to? would be the first reaction..
and then i wonder, is the government spending all its time and money on the display or is it even making sure we have a team of young and fit sportsmen and women who are going to atleast try and win some medals? after all we are  the host nation, our own players and athletes gotta be good and emerge winners more frequent than they usually do isnt it??

my third observation while i was watching fifa this whole month.. just look at the way the people just throng into their streets earing all sorts of weird and interesting clothes, with huge screens showing the matches, the enthusiasm, the passion they share for their country, yes for us cricket is our religion but if i sit and imagine myself standing in some open ground along with my friends, m most likely to experience some weird comments from weird guys, some stares and with the kind of image delhiites have after being touted as the most unsafe city for delhi girls which i completely agree with, i wait for this day when indians would celebrate such events, or for eg new years together with everyone without any fear...
i know things have been changing, this time at a lot of places matches were screened and everyone did enjoy too..but then it is sad when you have to choose a country from amongst a couple of football playing nations to be loyal too buy their jerseys and root for them coz..your very own country never really qualifies for the world cup.. if only we would move away from cricket a bit and focus on such games, as i do feel many guys do have a passion for football and if only the government could promote it more..it would be good for the nation..

lastly, a word about yesterday's match.. i was neutral as germany was anyways not playing and initially i was even hoping for a dutch win but the way they played yesterday totally disgusted all of us i am sure..it did not feel like watching a good game at all..there was a rain of yellow cards, kicking, some more kicking, it was a do or die situation, win by hook or by crook, and seeing all that it was clear spain were clearly more deserving..n seeing casillas crying..and the happiness on their faces,,clearly..amazing...

Sunday, July 11, 2010

""IF ONLY""... (11/07/2010)

IF ONLY...


it was a rainy day, she sat by the riverside, on the cold wet grass
facing the shining blue waters;
the soft breeze making her hair sway, the light drizzle forming on the face
small water droplets.
it was almost evening, the sun bidding its goodbye for the day,
it was looking beautiful;
but her mind and heart were choked, as if she could see nothing in front of her
even though it was so wonderful.

she looked at her hands, at the small piece of paper crushed
into tiny pieces which they now held;
if only..if only she could go back in time and undo something,
if only this one last chance she had.

just a few minutes ago, he was here,standing in front of her
her heart beating faster than before;
it amazed her, even after so many years, his presence had that impact,
still gave her goosebumps for sure.
seeing him generated a hope in her heart, maybe it would all be good and
work out somehow again;
but god had other plans, in moments she would know she would never ever
see him again.

at first she was filled with rage, pushed him away,then the tears
started flowing down her cheeks rapidly;
he tried to pacify her, she was uncontrollable, how could he watch her,
he also still loved her truly and madly.

when nothing worked, he gave her the piece of paper,it felt like
he was giving her away, someone who he thought he always had;
if only..if only  he could go back in time and undo something,
if only this one last chance he had.....                                    (11/07/2010)

Saturday, July 10, 2010

a dream i lived.. (written on 30/09/2004).. felt like sharing now..

'A Dream..I Lived...'                       -wrote on 30/09/04

One day in the dark, as i was sitting in my room,
All alone, all lost, in a world of gloom.
Thoughts of the future, and of the past,
Cropping up in my mind and were troubling my heart

Felt as if my whole life was losing its meaning,
And was making me doubt the purpose of my living.
All depressed, and totally shattered,
I began to cry, and nothing anymore mattered.

Just then i felt a touch, a hand that wiped my tears,
And appeared a face, I had not seen in all these years.
All shining with a radiant smile, he came closer to my ears,
And slowly whispered, 'forget your doubts and your fears.
Do not worry my friend, as I am there.'

And there I was, standing motionless,
Taken away by shock, and completely speechless.
And before I knew, the beautiful face vanished,
It felt like a dream, a dream i lived.

The wonderful moment had just passed,
And suddenly it felt all my worries had also passed.
I could feel the energy, the excitement in me,
As if all dying to live, was an all-new 'ME'...
.
                              (this was totaly imaginary..doesnot indicate about any body specific...)

Friday, July 9, 2010

LAW FAC DIARY -1- looking back-for my clc gang specially

this one is dedicated to all my friends at clc, law fac north campus..

today in the morning before coming to office, i decided to pay a visit to the college to collect my marksheet..had been long since i had seen my campus so i left early morning and reached college by 10am.. as usual the office was closed and the concerned person had not come yet..met up with a few friends, chatted with them and while i was sitting near the nescafe area, the past 3 years started to flash in front of me.. it struck me that i had spent 3 whole long years coming to this very college every day, changing all sorts of modes of transport possible; from bus to auto to metro to rikshaw to car to walking, it used to be a mission coming here and then being told that the teachers had not turned up or just sitting outside and not entering the class without any reason whatsoever.. on one hand it feels that this time went by tooo damn fast, on the other hand it appears that oh gosh so much happened all this while...never thought why i was taking up law or why i was leaving a job in a magazine for studies again, almost anyone and everyone thought i was crazy enough to be doing a bachelors again after a post graduate but then it turned out well for me i guess..

looking around the campus, the tree near the banta guy where we had lots and lots of bantas and the guys had their chai and sutta sessions,
the nescafe with its pathetic coffee and soup yet our only saviour in a college without any canteen or a cafe,
d clasrooms where we used to mostly sit in the last benches, chit, talk by writing on paper and 
where the fans would run in a speed worth watching, 
where the dogs also sometimes paid a visit and attended a lecture sitting beneath our legs, 
where a sir named LMG (with all due respect he's one of the best teachers and persons i have come across so far) in who's class 90% would run away in front of him from the back door and he would still..still..smile..
where one could see the best and worst of student politics during the university election time in september-with hooting and demonstrations and fights and slogans and female contestants being carried on shoulders of 4 guys or in a jeep, or bricks being thrown on the opponent's cars (me and sakshi have been witness to that ), ; 
CLC- where exams seemed a never ending phenomenon, one term ended, another one started and before we even knew, we were again taking holidays to study those dukkis or books or case mats, 
where scoring 60 was first a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig deal then it became common in the subsequent terms, where how to get marks had become a divine secret which only the few had discovered(which is not the case really ),,
CLC- where Dress Code was  a concept, UNKNOWN to this part of the world. before joining i thought that being a professional college it would be a bit strict on discipline, formal wear etc but within 2months i realised this was one amongst those places where YOU WERE REALLY FREE..from shorts to dresses to chappals to guys in sandoz and gals in micro shorts too..all variety was available here..

CLC- where "internships" were the in-thing, coming to college in black and white meant that you were interning under a lawyer or in a law firm or somewhere like this..and the first question asked to you would be "kahan intern kar rahi hai", :) where even i worked in places for free to my utter surprise, coz like many i also had the notion that i would never do any job under anyone and not get paid..but law taught me how money had to be sidelined many a times and even i succumbed to it eventually..
CLC- which was famous for its utterly non-happening fresher parties and fests but luckily, in our time this year we did have a fest and a decent one at that..the only time in college life where i stayed in college till 8-9pm and we all did enjoy a lot...
 CLC- where i was lucky ,very lucky indeed to have a got a great bunch of friends gals and later guys with who life here became wonderful, fun, meaningful, memorable and worth cherishing,
where i discovered THE U-SPECIAL, a novel university special bus which was many a times much much more wonderful an experience with my bus gang , a crazy gang which laughed and chatted like hell and never did i feel goin to college would be so much fun and the long distance would go by in no span of time..
to be contd..

Thursday, July 8, 2010

the deaf bookkeeper..a fwd mail worth sharing

THE DEAF BOOKKEEPER

A Mafia Godfather finds out that his bookkeeper, Enzo, has cheated him out 
of 10 million bucks. His bookkeeper is deaf. That was the reason he got 
the job in the first place.  It was assumed that Enzo would hear nothing 
that he might have to testify about in court.

When the Godfather goes to confront Enzo about his missing $10 million, he 
takes along his lawyer who knows sign language.

The Godfather tells the lawyer, "Ask him where the 10 million bucks is 
that he embezzled from me."

The lawyer, using sign language, asks Enzo where the money is.  Enzo signs 
back, "I don't know what you are talking about."

The lawyer tells the Godfather, "He says he doesn't know what you are 
talking about."

The Godfather pulls out a pistol, puts it to Enzo's temple and says, "Ask 
him again!" The lawyer signs to Enzo, "He'll kill you if you don't tell 
him."

Enzo signs back, "OK. You win!  The money is in a brown briefcase, buried 
behind the shed in my cousin Bruno's backyard in Woodbridge !"

The Godfather asks the lawyer, "What did he say?" The lawyer replies, " He 
says you don't have the guts to pull the trigger."

Don't you just LOVE lawyers?

germany down under...so near yet so far

Call it the fate decided by the famous paul n the german octopus which chose spain over germany or be it the very average game played by the germans that night, the end result is that once again they could not make it to the finals..seems like it has become repetitive in their case.. when i go through their competition records i find that Germany has won the world cup three times, behind only brazil (five titles) and italy (four titles).
It has finished as runners-up four times. In terms of semifinal appearances, Germany leads with 12, two more than Brazil's 10, which had participated in two more tournaments. In the last 15 World Cup tournaments, Germany has always reached at least the stage of the last eight teams.
and yesterday as the clock struck 12 and i sat in front of the tv and the match began, something inside me already had the intuition that its not gonna be their day today..though they had played some amazing football against england and then argentina moving away from their defensive image and attacking as well, but the moment this match started,,something seemed amiss..
the first half was dominated by spain with few chances which they missed..the only one chance germany got was almost at half time but that too was not successful
the second half again belonged to the spaniards.. the header in the 73rd minute almost made it clear that it was goodbye for germany..
what was surprising was that they looked so damn well prepared and devastating in their previous matches but last night, philipp lahm and his team seemed totaly helpless against a very strong and determined spanish team which enter their very first finals of the world cup
..
it is sad when a team you support throughout not just this world cup but in the previous ones as well lose out without giving much of a fight.. but then..it is a sport..and whoever plays the best game that night..wins....

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

hello

sometimes it just takes a total stranger to tell you to do something which you have been putting on hold for long and you realise that gosh i was supposed to do it and it was something i enjoy the most..that in my case is writing..and right now as i was sitting in my office getting acquainted with a new joinee like me, and telling him my passion for reading and writing he just randomly mentioned why dont i create my own blog, it was simple thousands were doing it but what the heck it was something i wished to do so that i could express my thoughts and hear others out... so here i am while i wind up for the day finally creating my own blog..will try as much to write interesting but honest stuff..so u guys better keep reading...