Should I move on?

Before You read this. Read these to understand. This This This  and This

Its been few days and the lady with whom i wanted to talk so desperately never called back. SO now i think its time to move on with life and hope that one day we will meet. If god allows and she plans :). Its better to remember those times as sweet memory and go on with life. 

BTW now i ask my dear readers. (I know there are very few of them) but still i ask you all. What should I do? 

In the mean time a new post coming up in a few days about my new PMP (Personal Media Player). I know I have already done a post about that but as people know i love to brag about myself 😛

Waiting for the call..

NOTE: This is a personal post for only one person. If you cant make head and tell of this post please dont ask me what is this all about. Because i myself dont know why i have written this post.

I am writing it to tell you that its more than six months that i had a chat with you, I am still waiting for your call when you will call me and say “Hiiiiiiii” (Yeah that used to be really long HI and full of happiness.) “Aap Kaise ho.”  Yeah those were the line i heard so many times. Buts its more than an year that i have not your bubbly cheery voice.

I do remember last time we had a chat and it was a short one at 4AM my time and you were too drunk to  remember that! BTW I have been trying to find you, your contact address or any thing that will let me know where are you? what you are doing? and above of all How are you? And in that persuit i did a little search and came to know that you have changed town from Et*****ke to Ca****y (I am hiding the minor details just for the sake of privacy :)) but thats the only detail i have. I would be needing some thing where i can contact you. You can mail call or send a message on my mobile from BTW if you dont have a mail ID than you can still use my mail id the password is the same :).

P.S. I still have your voice recording of wo din yad hai wo palchin yaad hai 🙁

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Disclaimer: The opinion on the authors is my own and if you differ from my views. Please keep them to yourself. I won’t change them.

For past few months I on a reading spree thanks to I have been reading all the fictions that I can put my hands on. Just for the record I have bought 24 odd books including famous guys like Khuswant singh, Anita nair and New names like Ravi Subramanian,  Advaita Kala, Amitabha Bagchi etc and some international authors such as Jeffery Archer, Simon Heller and Robert Ludlum.

For those who are thinking I spend lots on books than read the first line again, I thanked India plaza. The reason for it is that they gave me gift coupons worth rs. 3000+ Before you guys guys say “WHAT THE F**K?”  There was a catch that I had to spend the whole amount on books and (in most cases) have to pitch in the same amount from my side. So that was it. I bought books and more books and more books. Its more than 2-month-old story and I have read some 10 books of the lot.

This post is nothing to brag about my reading, buying power. But it’s a simple comparison between the style of writing of different authors and the way they bond with the reader. I have planned to divide them in two leagues old and new. and another league as Indian and international.

First if we take the Old guys and new guys.

The old guys still exist because we love there writing style and they have made a mark of themselves. They have got their genre right. Among the one of the older generation I like are Anurag Mathur (the inscrutable american), Jeffery Archer (Read his most of books), Robert Ludlum (Another great writer, the Bourne series), Agatha Christi (Too slow paced).

Among the new one some used the tried and tasted formula of writing from the first person view (same style as the of chetan bhagat). And some went for a style, which I am yet to find out. Some of them are really good and some really HUH!!. The good ones are Advaita Kala (Almost Single), Sam Bourne, Xiaolu Guo (A Concise Chinese-English Dictionary For Lovers)

Coming to International and Desi authors.

I wont say that I love all the international writers. For instance I never liked Frederick Forsyth. For the simple reason that his books are too damn slow paced. As far as the international authors are concerned I started with Sidney Sheldon, went to Danielle steel (yeah I have read her too), and than found the genre I loved the most and ditched both of them to jump to the league of archer, Ludlum, follet, Alistair MacLean. Yeah I am more of a thriller kind of guy. But I have read M&B’s, Erich Segal,

Now the HUM bhartiya and stuff. Another for the record statement “I have read very few Indian authors.  Among them very few those famous kind.” And those whom I have read only a few were able to leave an impression on me. The author whom I liked the best has never written in English. He is Munshi Premchand. I have read his short stories compiled in 8 volumes of mansarovar. As far as other writer goes some are good, some bad, and some worst but none great. I have read Indian M&B, Danielle Steel in form of Shobaa De and Khuswant Singh.

Than it was the banker turned writer who just write for the sake of writing. Chentan bhagat’s first book 5 point someone left a mark. Rest were just books. In recent times I have heard of the Ravi Subramanian and his book “If god was a banker.” and if you have read the book I will say I am sorry for you. The book is just a piece of SHIT. Read Anita Nair’s satyr on the subway and it turns out that she was too lost in the book and forgot to write a true plot. 🙁

For rest of the authors I am yet to read them 🙂

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Why i hate chat

I would like to meet her in real life and spent some time with her but….

This is a serious story about one of my friend and myself. This friend of mine has not met me in person. But we have seen each other, talked to each other, sang some duets and even fought. But never met in person. I dont know if that was because we never had time or she felt that i am not worth the time.

Those who are confused or gawking than here is full story. The story starts when i was student of school of science and a fan of the term called internet and its intricacy. The research of same led me to a new dimesion called yahoo and introduced me a long forgotten term called Y! Chat.

After a few days of jumping at yahoo rooms i came across a room where people were actually using the chat features to full use. These guys were playing Antrakshri using yahoo voice chat. Voila i was hooked. This was much better than adult 20+ room. People from diffrent part of the world singing out of tune. It was fun. Though no1 knew who is who. If the other person is sitting in india or US of A. We knew them by their chat id than their name. Names were rarely exchenged and and phone numbers were even rare.

But i was a fool who made friend there too and met some of them in person. It was a co-incidence that one fo them was from the same city and we met over. I have always thought of that person as an old person by the way he talked. but was shocked to find a smart young guy of 20 something standing there. For those who are thinking that what a fool i am, than guys mind you, Friends are rare and make sure that you make some whenever you can.

BTW we are deviating from the main point of our story. The story is about the person whom i have called Dream (I am yet to know who she really was what was her real name). We met on the same place called yahoo chat. we used to talk more than a regualr chatter should do. we became something more than a friend and she started to trust me more than i could have handled. May this was the trust that had kept us together for so long. And one fine day i told her its all over and she was gone. PUFF!!! lost for ever. gone!!

I would like to meet her in real life and spent some time with her but….