No more thunder storms
I saw the face full of innocence.
I saw the calm blue eyes.
I saw the porcelain skin.
I saw the mesmerizing beauty.
I saw her…………………………….
Time stopped around me. I was speechless. I felt the absence of gravity. I was numb. I felt the calmness. There were no feelings of my self existence. I felt my soul sucked into her eyes. I thought I will faint.
And she smiled …………………… knowingly.
I felt the cruelty. She had pity & waved her eyes else where.
She spared my life………………….
After wards I never dared to look into those eyes.
Yesterday she called me & said she was engaged.
I congratulated her.
I told my self “ Your life has been spared”.
And I felt lost…………………….
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Stolen mousepads and khoon paseene ki roti
Yesterday when I reached office , a brown envelope was placed on my desk. Ab aajkal tho it is the zamana of e-mail , and passing around paper letters qualifies you for a place in the stone age , so I was like "Yaar yeh kya Akbar ke zamane ka item rakha hain". Scared that they might have found out I have been stealing mousepads from the office and hence were firing me while asking for the mousapads back , I tore open the envelope along an edge and pulled out a neatly folded letter. It said that I had completed three years in the Libya unit and congratulated me for that.
Mene socha “abbe teen saal hee tho complete kiya hai , congratulate tho aise kar rahe hain jaise main miss world bangaya hun.”
But anyway , the letter sure made me go like - "Uee ma , teen saal ho gaya mujhe office mein free ki coffee down karte hue?." It sure doesnt feel like three year since I walked out of the gates of KITS (My College ,General knowledge bahat kam he tera) as a confused guy and walked into the corporate world to confuse everybody in there. But three years it has been , so all you people out there , raise a toast . Waise ab toast kahan se laoge , so raise the free ki coffee.
I am going to give my pyara N95 to my father when I will be there with them next week. My father is the kind of guy who would keep a cellphone till its keypad falls off , its screen disintegrates and the Archeological society of India takes it away and places it next to the pottery found in Mohanjodaro , so I just decided to give my cellphone to him . I think the model looks pretty good , ek dam computer jesa lagega haath mein .
When my dad will see it , I am expecting him to turn to my mom and say
"Dekho humara beta kitna mature ho gaya he , ab iss kee shaadi kar deni chahiye." , but may be he will say something which will be on the lines of "Humare bete ko money spend karne ki sense nahi he , iss kee shaadi keliye ab bahat deeer he." :(
Now back to the point that I completed three long years in this company, Abhi bhi mujhe yaad he wo din, jis din masumiyat se bhara hua bachpana Anirudh ka gala ghot diya gaya tha & kandhe par hal daal diya gayatha, kaano me mother india ke gaane lagaa ke khet jutwaa gayethe .Wo lunch me roomaal me roti baandh
ke lejana aur kisi tree ke neeche baith ke khoon paseene ki roti
khana.buhuhu!!
Now it seems like yesterday, Pata nehi life mein sayad age jate hue time ka farak hi maloom nehi padta hey. Still it seems like Lifes Unfullfilled, Lost and confused. God knows what I want and what I will be or what is the future,
But I will thank GOD for whatever i have, cause I got them all that may be I never dreamed of. (Ok OK dream mein Madhhori Dixit aur pamela anderson the, Wo to God nehi dete)
Chill yaar, Tu bhi apna future ko leke paresan hona band kaar.
Let's face what ever life brings.
Chal baaki ki kahaaniyaa baad me sunaaunga, Ajj ka quota poora ho gaya.
Anirudh
Yesterday when I reached office , a brown envelope was placed on my desk. Ab aajkal tho it is the zamana of e-mail , and passing around paper letters qualifies you for a place in the stone age , so I was like "Yaar yeh kya Akbar ke zamane ka item rakha hain". Scared that they might have found out I have been stealing mousepads from the office and hence were firing me while asking for the mousapads back , I tore open the envelope along an edge and pulled out a neatly folded letter. It said that I had completed three years in the Libya unit and congratulated me for that.
Mene socha “abbe teen saal hee tho complete kiya hai , congratulate tho aise kar rahe hain jaise main miss world bangaya hun.”
But anyway , the letter sure made me go like - "Uee ma , teen saal ho gaya mujhe office mein free ki coffee down karte hue?." It sure doesnt feel like three year since I walked out of the gates of KITS (My College ,General knowledge bahat kam he tera) as a confused guy and walked into the corporate world to confuse everybody in there. But three years it has been , so all you people out there , raise a toast . Waise ab toast kahan se laoge , so raise the free ki coffee.
I am going to give my pyara N95 to my father when I will be there with them next week. My father is the kind of guy who would keep a cellphone till its keypad falls off , its screen disintegrates and the Archeological society of India takes it away and places it next to the pottery found in Mohanjodaro , so I just decided to give my cellphone to him . I think the model looks pretty good , ek dam computer jesa lagega haath mein .
When my dad will see it , I am expecting him to turn to my mom and say
"Dekho humara beta kitna mature ho gaya he , ab iss kee shaadi kar deni chahiye." , but may be he will say something which will be on the lines of "Humare bete ko money spend karne ki sense nahi he , iss kee shaadi keliye ab bahat deeer he." :(
Now back to the point that I completed three long years in this company, Abhi bhi mujhe yaad he wo din, jis din masumiyat se bhara hua bachpana Anirudh ka gala ghot diya gaya tha & kandhe par hal daal diya gayatha, kaano me mother india ke gaane lagaa ke khet jutwaa gayethe .Wo lunch me roomaal me roti baandh
ke lejana aur kisi tree ke neeche baith ke khoon paseene ki roti
khana.buhuhu!!
Now it seems like yesterday, Pata nehi life mein sayad age jate hue time ka farak hi maloom nehi padta hey. Still it seems like Lifes Unfullfilled, Lost and confused. God knows what I want and what I will be or what is the future,
But I will thank GOD for whatever i have, cause I got them all that may be I never dreamed of. (Ok OK dream mein Madhhori Dixit aur pamela anderson the, Wo to God nehi dete)
Chill yaar, Tu bhi apna future ko leke paresan hona band kaar.
Let's face what ever life brings.
Chal baaki ki kahaaniyaa baad me sunaaunga, Ajj ka quota poora ho gaya.
Anirudh
Friday, January 25, 2008
Life is not a movie
Trusting the cumulative knowledge of all movies I had watched till date showing home coming scenes , until yesterday I was dreaming my dad would hug me till my ribs turned to dust and mom would come up with a pooja ki thali or something on meeting me at the airport . But my dreams shattered when Yesterday I got a call from my sis informing me that dad will be busy in his office so he can’t come to pick me up and didi herself going to Delhi and she instructed me not to bother mom.
So today I want to sue every single person who has ever been involved with the movie shooting of homecoming scenes at airports . The charge would be a 'inciting high expectations from family reunion scenes at airports' or something equally sickening.
And may be from today my dreams wd be like this …………
I landed at the airport , picked up my bags from the belt , pulled out my phone and called dad , all ready for the tears and hugs to unleash with all its fury.
Dad : Hello ?
Me : I have landed ! ( I know that sounded like I am the Eagle , but that's what I said )
Dad : Oh ok .
Me : Where are you ?
Dad : (Possibility 1 ) I can’t come I have my works to be completed at the office , so hire a autorikshwa and come straight to house, I will see u in the evening.
Dad : ( Possibility 2) There is a huge traffic jam here . Just sit around the airport and do something . Another half an hour atleast. I understand this . Traffic jams happen . But then Yash chopra and his ruthless colleagues should be realistic enough to include traffic jams or the possibility one in movies too . In a movie , when shahrukh khan returns home after completing his masters from duke university , there should not be the smiling family with perfectly formed teeth waiting for him as soon as hops down from the plane . Instead , he should hop down from the plane , look around , say a 'kkkkk..kahan hai sab?" to himself , and then receive an sms which goes like "Traffic Jam.Another forty minutes.Wait near the coffee machine at the arrival lounge. And don't drink pepsi." That would help keep down real life expectations and make the world and the airports a better place for sons coming home.
Hope after reaching they will accept my gifts with out any complain and fight. The 'ghar ka chirag' coming home for the first time since getting the confirmation and a decent salary, had to get something for the family unless he wanted to be given up for adoption , so I got a cellphone for dad , a mp4 player for sister and a watch for ma .
Anyway , I will close down now . I have to pack my bags for my trip. To chalta hoon bhai . And the next time you expect a waiting family at the airport , just remember , life is not a movie . These movie people sell traffic free dreams . Sue kar dooonga ek ek ko .
Trusting the cumulative knowledge of all movies I had watched till date showing home coming scenes , until yesterday I was dreaming my dad would hug me till my ribs turned to dust and mom would come up with a pooja ki thali or something on meeting me at the airport . But my dreams shattered when Yesterday I got a call from my sis informing me that dad will be busy in his office so he can’t come to pick me up and didi herself going to Delhi and she instructed me not to bother mom.
So today I want to sue every single person who has ever been involved with the movie shooting of homecoming scenes at airports . The charge would be a 'inciting high expectations from family reunion scenes at airports' or something equally sickening.
And may be from today my dreams wd be like this …………
I landed at the airport , picked up my bags from the belt , pulled out my phone and called dad , all ready for the tears and hugs to unleash with all its fury.
Dad : Hello ?
Me : I have landed ! ( I know that sounded like I am the Eagle , but that's what I said )
Dad : Oh ok .
Me : Where are you ?
Dad : (Possibility 1 ) I can’t come I have my works to be completed at the office , so hire a autorikshwa and come straight to house, I will see u in the evening.
Dad : ( Possibility 2) There is a huge traffic jam here . Just sit around the airport and do something . Another half an hour atleast. I understand this . Traffic jams happen . But then Yash chopra and his ruthless colleagues should be realistic enough to include traffic jams or the possibility one in movies too . In a movie , when shahrukh khan returns home after completing his masters from duke university , there should not be the smiling family with perfectly formed teeth waiting for him as soon as hops down from the plane . Instead , he should hop down from the plane , look around , say a 'kkkkk..kahan hai sab?" to himself , and then receive an sms which goes like "Traffic Jam.Another forty minutes.Wait near the coffee machine at the arrival lounge. And don't drink pepsi." That would help keep down real life expectations and make the world and the airports a better place for sons coming home.
Hope after reaching they will accept my gifts with out any complain and fight. The 'ghar ka chirag' coming home for the first time since getting the confirmation and a decent salary, had to get something for the family unless he wanted to be given up for adoption , so I got a cellphone for dad , a mp4 player for sister and a watch for ma .
Anyway , I will close down now . I have to pack my bags for my trip. To chalta hoon bhai . And the next time you expect a waiting family at the airport , just remember , life is not a movie . These movie people sell traffic free dreams . Sue kar dooonga ek ek ko .
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Lungi clad solitude
Abhi kuch der pehle , as I was stealing some songs on net , one of my old friend called me. Now , when I say old , it does not mean that he was born before the steam engine was invented , but I had not talked to him over the last atleast two years. So overcome by jazbaat and emotions , we talked about old school days , the teachers , the lady teachers , the kashmir mudda , undergarment industry of Japaaan and other such heart warming issues ( A lot of issues and topics have been beeped out . Kayi dost jinko mein ye blog padhte hein ajj kal bohu betiyoon ka act nibha rahe hein na :).
We talked for about forty minutes . I could have talked more but then his dad is not yet into smuggling charas/brown sugar/garam masala and he very clearly said "Chal saale.Ab fone rakhne de.Isse jyada baat kari tho pappa meri khaal utaar ke dubai mein bech denge." Not very pleased with the thought of my friend's skin being sold in some flea market in Dubai with a stallwaala yelling "Indian khaal Indian Khaal , sirf teen rupye per square metre , le jao le jao", I agreed .
But long after I kept down the phone , one question which he casually posed to me during the conversation kept goonjing in my ears -
" Yaar Anirudh , tera jaisa banda akela reh kaise sakta hain ? Tujhe dekh kar tho lagta hai jaise tune paida hote hee nurse se gappe maarna shuru kar dia tha..tu akela rehta kaise hai Libya mein ?"
Now , the guy does have a point . Aaj main "Mika" ke baalon ki kasam khaake admit karta hoon that it has not been an easy time for me in Libya over the last two years & 9 months ( Ek tho yeh 9 months bada hee khatarnaak time frame hota hain , sunte hee mind mein bacche ke rone ki awaaz aane lagtee hain ). The boy who landed in Libya on the 27th of October 2004 was possesed of nothing more than seven minutes of cumulative experince in the kitchen , had ironed a total of three shirts , seven chaddis and one handkerchief in the 22 years 3 months of his life , had no sense of a biological clock and did not know how a malyali blackish man in a lungi looks like.
And today , on the kaali amaavas ki raat of 23rd jauary 2008 , I can proudly smirk and claim to be a man who can prepare maggi , sandwiches , neembu paani and an occasional thick brown liquid which I call coffee . Mujhe pata hain aap mein se kuch kaafi shakki mizaaz ke hain , unke liye maggi ki foto bhee chipka raha hoon nest post mein .bilaady disbelievers.And I have ironed enough baniyans , shirts ,trousers , chaddis and other chote chote kapde to get a wildcard entry into the All India Dhobi Association . And now I know how a dark wiry malayali man looks wearing a lungi which is threateningly high and revealing . And trust me , that is one sight you don't want to know about . (90% of the engineers and managers of our company are from KERLA, Note that rest are either from AP or Tamilnadu)
I have been staying in all alone in an ajnabee shehar ( As all these malus talk only in malayalam) , in a land where I am thousands of miles away from a single soul who actually cares , in a place where I am no more than a east indian novelty who speaks gibberish . And if all this has taught me one thing , it is this - Do not take the 'saath' of your family for granted . Yeh jo aapke ma , daddy , bhai , behan hai na , inn logo ka saath ek saaye ki tarah hota hain , jiska ehsaas tabhi hota hai jab aap dhoop mein nikalte hain .For many of you , it would be so normal to hear your mother calling for you with a "Aao beta , khaana kha lo" . It would be so normal to watch a cricket game on the telly with your dad sitting besides you . It would be so normal to find your sister eating the last bar of chocolate in the fridge and attack her with a "drop that bar and put your hands in the air you bhooki !!! wo main khaaunga !!!".
But all this seems as precious as RBI locker ka password once you move away from home. Beta door yahan lungiyon aur sambar ke desh mein (Malus rule this gulf part of world) jab office se wapas ek 'kabristaan sa sunsaan' kamre mein aaoge , when no one will be around to care if you are seven minutes away from dying a maut due to starvation , when you have to watch every cricket game alone and when Dhoni hits a six , even do the little bhangra alone , then you realise what a family means .So while you are with your family , relish every moment , walk into the kitchen and try to pick up a hot aloo ka pakoda while your mommy scolds "Uff ! Thanda tho hone de ! Yeh ladka bhee na bass !" . Watch every match with your dad and argue if sachin should have left that ball outside off stump alone . Fight with your sister over every chocolate she eats . Because kya pata , kal ho na ho .( Uee ma , karan johar mujhe sue karne aa raha he , bachao ).
But some good things have also popped out of this tanhayi tanhayi ki mp3 which has been playing in my life over the last 2years & nine months . Umm..like I have read more books than I ever had . But now I have read books which involve more than parental murders and revengeful kids . Also , I have learnt to be comfortable with myself . I can spend 120 years in a dark dungeon locked up all alone now , although the company of Sushmita Sen would not be a problem . And I have learnt to eat stuff which is called "Mutter Paneer" but looks more like Fried Ostrich balls ( Eyeballs , you insensitive animal hater ) floating in the blood of Jackie Shroff . ( You dont believe me ? Theek hai , iss mutter paneer ki bhi foto chipkaaunga agle mail mein ).
Anyway , chalo mere gol matol desh wasiyon , main ab apna pallu tuck in karke wapas stealing skills piractice karleta hun.
Anirudh
Abhi kuch der pehle , as I was stealing some songs on net , one of my old friend called me. Now , when I say old , it does not mean that he was born before the steam engine was invented , but I had not talked to him over the last atleast two years. So overcome by jazbaat and emotions , we talked about old school days , the teachers , the lady teachers , the kashmir mudda , undergarment industry of Japaaan and other such heart warming issues ( A lot of issues and topics have been beeped out . Kayi dost jinko mein ye blog padhte hein ajj kal bohu betiyoon ka act nibha rahe hein na :).
We talked for about forty minutes . I could have talked more but then his dad is not yet into smuggling charas/brown sugar/garam masala and he very clearly said "Chal saale.Ab fone rakhne de.Isse jyada baat kari tho pappa meri khaal utaar ke dubai mein bech denge." Not very pleased with the thought of my friend's skin being sold in some flea market in Dubai with a stallwaala yelling "Indian khaal Indian Khaal , sirf teen rupye per square metre , le jao le jao", I agreed .
But long after I kept down the phone , one question which he casually posed to me during the conversation kept goonjing in my ears -
" Yaar Anirudh , tera jaisa banda akela reh kaise sakta hain ? Tujhe dekh kar tho lagta hai jaise tune paida hote hee nurse se gappe maarna shuru kar dia tha..tu akela rehta kaise hai Libya mein ?"
Now , the guy does have a point . Aaj main "Mika" ke baalon ki kasam khaake admit karta hoon that it has not been an easy time for me in Libya over the last two years & 9 months ( Ek tho yeh 9 months bada hee khatarnaak time frame hota hain , sunte hee mind mein bacche ke rone ki awaaz aane lagtee hain ). The boy who landed in Libya on the 27th of October 2004 was possesed of nothing more than seven minutes of cumulative experince in the kitchen , had ironed a total of three shirts , seven chaddis and one handkerchief in the 22 years 3 months of his life , had no sense of a biological clock and did not know how a malyali blackish man in a lungi looks like.
And today , on the kaali amaavas ki raat of 23rd jauary 2008 , I can proudly smirk and claim to be a man who can prepare maggi , sandwiches , neembu paani and an occasional thick brown liquid which I call coffee . Mujhe pata hain aap mein se kuch kaafi shakki mizaaz ke hain , unke liye maggi ki foto bhee chipka raha hoon nest post mein .bilaady disbelievers.And I have ironed enough baniyans , shirts ,trousers , chaddis and other chote chote kapde to get a wildcard entry into the All India Dhobi Association . And now I know how a dark wiry malayali man looks wearing a lungi which is threateningly high and revealing . And trust me , that is one sight you don't want to know about . (90% of the engineers and managers of our company are from KERLA, Note that rest are either from AP or Tamilnadu)
I have been staying in all alone in an ajnabee shehar ( As all these malus talk only in malayalam) , in a land where I am thousands of miles away from a single soul who actually cares , in a place where I am no more than a east indian novelty who speaks gibberish . And if all this has taught me one thing , it is this - Do not take the 'saath' of your family for granted . Yeh jo aapke ma , daddy , bhai , behan hai na , inn logo ka saath ek saaye ki tarah hota hain , jiska ehsaas tabhi hota hai jab aap dhoop mein nikalte hain .For many of you , it would be so normal to hear your mother calling for you with a "Aao beta , khaana kha lo" . It would be so normal to watch a cricket game on the telly with your dad sitting besides you . It would be so normal to find your sister eating the last bar of chocolate in the fridge and attack her with a "drop that bar and put your hands in the air you bhooki !!! wo main khaaunga !!!".
But all this seems as precious as RBI locker ka password once you move away from home. Beta door yahan lungiyon aur sambar ke desh mein (Malus rule this gulf part of world) jab office se wapas ek 'kabristaan sa sunsaan' kamre mein aaoge , when no one will be around to care if you are seven minutes away from dying a maut due to starvation , when you have to watch every cricket game alone and when Dhoni hits a six , even do the little bhangra alone , then you realise what a family means .So while you are with your family , relish every moment , walk into the kitchen and try to pick up a hot aloo ka pakoda while your mommy scolds "Uff ! Thanda tho hone de ! Yeh ladka bhee na bass !" . Watch every match with your dad and argue if sachin should have left that ball outside off stump alone . Fight with your sister over every chocolate she eats . Because kya pata , kal ho na ho .( Uee ma , karan johar mujhe sue karne aa raha he , bachao ).
But some good things have also popped out of this tanhayi tanhayi ki mp3 which has been playing in my life over the last 2years & nine months . Umm..like I have read more books than I ever had . But now I have read books which involve more than parental murders and revengeful kids . Also , I have learnt to be comfortable with myself . I can spend 120 years in a dark dungeon locked up all alone now , although the company of Sushmita Sen would not be a problem . And I have learnt to eat stuff which is called "Mutter Paneer" but looks more like Fried Ostrich balls ( Eyeballs , you insensitive animal hater ) floating in the blood of Jackie Shroff . ( You dont believe me ? Theek hai , iss mutter paneer ki bhi foto chipkaaunga agle mail mein ).
Anyway , chalo mere gol matol desh wasiyon , main ab apna pallu tuck in karke wapas stealing skills piractice karleta hun.
Anirudh
Friday, January 18, 2008
The Prodigal Son is coming back to home.
Another twelve days and I will be home with my loving parents and sis. I never stayed for such a long time away from my parents until I joined my job in Libya. My mother used to hand feed me for almost 22 years, even she fed me when I was on my leave last year. This is her love for me. I always wonder why she loves me so much more than she loves my elder brother and sis. May be because I am the youngest in our family and the weakest & bimar. I wonder because I have never been a good son all my life jo maa pitajika naam roshan kare. You can say I am the black sheep of our family. My siblings are smarter than me, they almost fulfilled my parents dreams. I am the one who shattered their dreams.
When I was a kid I used to nag all my younger cousins and so all our relatives hate me & so my parents also feel ashamed of me. Then I grew older and started giving excuses for my inabilities. My mother never believed then nor she believes them now. When it comes to exam score cards, they were always somewhere near 60%. (You see I am an average student) In my class sixth I flunked in my drawing exam. My 7th class class exam was a narrow escape. In my board exam thanks to the inspiration from the smiling beauties in my tuition class I scored my life’s best 81%. Then I joined college with lack of direction and full of uncertainties filled in me and the end result again a narrow escape. By God’s blessings and due to my besaram self I did not attempted khudkhusi.
Somehow they made me believe that I can be an engineer. So I joined a coaching center and prepared my self for the joint entrance examination. Then I thought somehow I will achieve something and repay my parents 10 times of the money what they spent on me and make them think atleast the money they spent was not at all a waste. But nothing happened as I planned rather my beliefs were strengthened that day dreams never comes true. Anyway I gave the same excuse to my self that the lack of those smiling inspirations in life is the culprit.
By God’s grace I got into one of those mushrooming private engineering colleges in civil branch. And there I found the above said inspiration and scored a mu dikhaneka layak percentage and majduri bhi lag gayi ek company mein. Those inspirations never came into life nor did they thought me as their inspiration, but there is always a hope and that hope became inspiration for me and mein apna kharacha pani jugad karneka layak bangaya. Thanks to all of them. My dream for repaying my parents in 10 folds sapne mein hi reh gaya. Now it seems far far away.
But at the end I am thankful to my parents for keeping their patience to bear all my misdoings and spending the money for last 22 years for which I am here today. Most of all for the unconditional love I found from them that I never deserved.
Now the prodigal son is coming back to home. Hope the same love and patience will be there for me.
Anirudh
Another twelve days and I will be home with my loving parents and sis. I never stayed for such a long time away from my parents until I joined my job in Libya. My mother used to hand feed me for almost 22 years, even she fed me when I was on my leave last year. This is her love for me. I always wonder why she loves me so much more than she loves my elder brother and sis. May be because I am the youngest in our family and the weakest & bimar. I wonder because I have never been a good son all my life jo maa pitajika naam roshan kare. You can say I am the black sheep of our family. My siblings are smarter than me, they almost fulfilled my parents dreams. I am the one who shattered their dreams.
When I was a kid I used to nag all my younger cousins and so all our relatives hate me & so my parents also feel ashamed of me. Then I grew older and started giving excuses for my inabilities. My mother never believed then nor she believes them now. When it comes to exam score cards, they were always somewhere near 60%. (You see I am an average student) In my class sixth I flunked in my drawing exam. My 7th class class exam was a narrow escape. In my board exam thanks to the inspiration from the smiling beauties in my tuition class I scored my life’s best 81%. Then I joined college with lack of direction and full of uncertainties filled in me and the end result again a narrow escape. By God’s blessings and due to my besaram self I did not attempted khudkhusi.
Somehow they made me believe that I can be an engineer. So I joined a coaching center and prepared my self for the joint entrance examination. Then I thought somehow I will achieve something and repay my parents 10 times of the money what they spent on me and make them think atleast the money they spent was not at all a waste. But nothing happened as I planned rather my beliefs were strengthened that day dreams never comes true. Anyway I gave the same excuse to my self that the lack of those smiling inspirations in life is the culprit.
By God’s grace I got into one of those mushrooming private engineering colleges in civil branch. And there I found the above said inspiration and scored a mu dikhaneka layak percentage and majduri bhi lag gayi ek company mein. Those inspirations never came into life nor did they thought me as their inspiration, but there is always a hope and that hope became inspiration for me and mein apna kharacha pani jugad karneka layak bangaya. Thanks to all of them. My dream for repaying my parents in 10 folds sapne mein hi reh gaya. Now it seems far far away.
But at the end I am thankful to my parents for keeping their patience to bear all my misdoings and spending the money for last 22 years for which I am here today. Most of all for the unconditional love I found from them that I never deserved.
Now the prodigal son is coming back to home. Hope the same love and patience will be there for me.
Anirudh
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