Why do you have to do it?

Why is it the very nature of certain people to poke their nose every now and then in someone else’s life? Why do these people can’t sit silently and let others live a peaceful life? Why is there always a bunch of losers in everyone’s life (correct me if I am wrong) trying every possible move to defame them? Why do these scumbags pretend to be your friends and at the very first opportunity backstab you?

After going through a lot of experiences I have finally realised it does not matter how much you try to resolve the differences with these people or how faithful you remain to them, at the end of the day they will do whatever they have to do. Well you can actually do nothing about such people. As the saying goes, ‘Once a thief, always a thief.’

A couple of days ago a very genuine friend of mine left me a message. It read about some rumours being spread about me. I was really taken aback by the category of the rumour. It being spread by one of the losers I unfortunately share a history with, added fuel to the fire. This douche has done such things in the past also and I have tried to the best of my abilities to resolve the differences but all in vain. Never has this person disappointed me when it comes to spreading malicious rumours or making a mountain out of a molehill.

Again the story does not end here. This douche has a best friend (a bigger douche) who equally takes pleasure in doing the same thing. I am sick and tired of the very existence of these people. I wonder how on earth do they find out time to do all of it?  Well the damage, as always, has already been done. Unfortunately I am on the receiving end again.

All through this phase one thing always helps me gather and pick myself. It’s the fact that I really don’t give two hoots to such people. Besides, presence of those handful buddies whom I can swear my life on is simply the icing on the cake.

After brooding over the kind of things these people have done I simply have figured out that I may find Salman Khan’s wife chatting with Manmohan Singh at Sachin Tendulkar’s retirement party (test cricket), but these people are not going to change even one bit. God bless you for only the Almighty can change your characters. 

Beware! Not all of them are genuine...

‘Private doctors have made it their business to exploit innocent patients’, said one of the relatives during the family discussion. The discussion which began after one of the family members was literally made to believe that he was having a certain disease (which he actually did not have) by one of the private doctors, concluded with a lot of criticism of all the private doctors with no exceptions. I was quite young at that time to have actually understood the crux of the topic of discussion.

Years went by but there was no love lost between the family (opinion) and private doctors. At times I used to think that it is simply over exaggeration by my family members. ‘How could a doctor, who takes an oath to help the patients no matter what, possibly exploit them in terms of money?’ was the question I used to seek an answer for. Almost 12 years later I have finally realised the actual truth. And yes, I no longer have the same question because I have got the answer too. PRIVATE DOCTORS DO EXPLOIT INNOCENT PATIENTS (my humble apology to all of the doctors who do not belong to this category).

A couple of weeks ago I developed a kind of infection on my face. At first I didn’t take it seriously because I thought it to be the routine irritation that happens every time the weather changes. But with the constant increase of the infected area and the irritation, it caught my attention. I discussed it with my mentor, the person who is responsible for every good thing that is happening in my life (my sister). “KHOOB PAANI PEEYA KARO. JAL HI JEEVAN HAI”, was the valuable suggestion given by her. As I do take everything she tells me very seriously, I increased water intake considerably.

Unfortunately it didn’t help much (still love you a lot sis). With ever increasing pain coupled with unimaginable irritation I took the decision to finally visit a doctor. Again my mentor was, as always, there with a valuable advice which I didn’t take (and I utterly regret having done that). She advised me to go to a government doctor instead of a private one. But out of the fear of inconvenience I would have to undergo visiting a government doctor, I instead went to a private doctor (female).

She had a number of degrees written in bold letters on a board placed outside her clinic. I thought I have found the right person. Everything was going normally. She checked my face, asked certain questions, told the do’s and the don’ts and cracked a few jokes. To be honest I was enjoying her company.

Well as soon as she produced the bill the enjoyment was long gone. I was literally in a state of shock (but I could do nothing as it was now a question of status). With my heart dipping I took out the money and handed it over to her. I got upset. Expecting to find a sympathizer in my sister (not realising that at the end of the day she too is a human being who on being not listened to would leave no stone unturned in making you regret)  I approached her and discussed everything with her.

I had not yet gotten over with the earlier shock when a new shock awaited me. The doctor almost charged 3 times the normal price for the medicines she gave me (at first I lost my cool and decided to confront her. But it’s said that everything happens for a reason. So I let go of the thought). As if this was not enough the medicines didn’t give me a bit of relief.

Finally I went to a government doctor. With spending almost one fourth the amount which I earlier spent and tremendous improvement, I have had a real eye opener. So my dear friends save yourselves from the clutches of these devils (pretenders to being the saviours). 

Luck- The Ultimate Cheater

Cost accounting has always been a pain in the ass for me, whether it was CA inter or B.com II. It simply isn’t my cup of tea. Even after completing the course textbook twice, I still doubt my ability to solve the given problems. About 9 hours ago this subject once again proved that there’s little love lost between us.

I had cost accounting exam today. Officially 3 days were given in order to prepare the exam. But as I’m a lazy lad, I wasted two days fantasizing about the new cell phone I had plans to buy (with utmost regret I want to inform you all that I no longer, with no other choice left, desire to buy it anymore). The sudden urge to watch the movie ROCKSTAR (it was the fifth time) coupled with the fact that I got up at 1pm wasted half of the third day as well. With a mammoth task of completing the syllabus in hand, I decided to finally pull my socks at 5:30pm.


For us, the B.com students of Punjab University who buy the textbooks a week before the exams commence, there is a HOW TO GET SATISFACTORY MARKS WITHOUT PUTTING IN LEAST EFFORTS guide known as ‘DPT’. By putting all my faith in the same guide I started preparing for the exam. Hours went by and I was really doing well (only the important stuff). 


According to Punjab University’s exam pattern it is customary that half weightage is given to practical questions and half to theoretical questions. Since I have always had affinity towards practical problems, I was wholeheartedly preparing for it. I sat till 3am and almost completed the practical part. With a belief that I’d do the theory in the morning I finally slept at 3:30am (however my plan didn’t turn out as it was supposed to because I was fast asleep till 12pm).


Finally at 1:45pm, 15 minutes before the exam was scheduled to start I reached the examination hall. With all the anxious faces of my fellow students and the extra confidence which I was having in my practical preparation, I was on cloud nine. But this state of mind was short lived.


As soon as I read the question paper it sent shivers down my spine. Not even a single question (yes, not even a single damn question) was practical. This meant the preparation which I had immense confidence in was rendered useless. The next thought which struck my mind was to take help of the guys sitting around me. But I out of the fear of flunking had forgotten that these guys had no confidence in what they had prepared let alone asking them for something they had not even dreamt of.


Before I could start praying to the Almighty that the question paper is one hell of a mistake and should be replaced with the original, the HOD (Head of Department) came and put all our doubts to rest. He said and I quote, “KUCH NAI HOGA CHANGE AB. YE PUNJAB UNIVERSITY KA EXAM HAI. TUMHARE GHAR KA EXAM NAHI. JITNA AATA HAI UTNA ATTEMPT KAR LO AUR BAAKI BHAGWAAN PAR BHAROSA RAKHO.”


For a split-second my world turned upside down. However I had no other option than to attempt the questions. With all the knowledge which was totally irrelevant I attempted the questions and am proud to say that I filled all the sheets (as they say, length is all that matters). I have even written certain answers in this exam which I prepared for some other exam.
While I’m waiting to see where my irrelevant knowledge takes me, whether I flunk or not, I suggest you all not to base everything on luck because luck may not always be on your side…  

Someone Like You!!!!

The year 2010 was a very significant year in my life. It was a year where I learnt a lot of lessons-people showed their true colours, failure became a foregone conclusion, loneliness was all that was left. Everything was topsy-turvy in my life at that moment. Little had I known back then that a simple song coupled with few other things which happened during the course of time would change my life. Yes, you heard me right. A song.. A song named SOMEONE LIKE YOU.

It was a rainy day somewhere in the middle of July as a result of which I was confined to my room. I was watching VH1 and the top song of the week was SOMEONE LIKE YOU-ADELE. The first thought that came into my mind was that with such a weird name, Adele, how could someone possibly sing a song which turns out to be the top song of the week? Well, I made fun of the artist’s name and didn’t even bother to listen to the song once. It was a week later when I was having my lunch and scrolling through the channels to find something of my interest that I landed watching video of the same song. I was so mesmerized by the lyrics and the voice of the female artist that I almost forgot to finish my meal. As soon as I finished my meal I took my cell phone and started downloading the beautiful song. There has been no looking back ever since.

I was so deeply in love with the song that my day began and went off listening to it. My obsession with this song grew so much so that I began listening to this song even during my gym hours- for all of those who haven’t heard this song let me tell you this is that kind of song which you would like to hear when you are upset over your love life or are in a low life condition (a song not at all meant to be heard while hitting the gym).

Almost two years have passed ever since but there is no trace of me getting bored of this song. I perhaps have heard this song so many times that a regular guy would have lost his faith in music had he been in my place. But trust me, every time I hear this song it teaches me something new. It rejuvenates me. It kind of completes me. Not there had been a single day when I haven’t heard this song from the time I heard it for the first time.

Adele-the artist who has composed and sang this song-is the love of my life. At times I simply sit down and spend hours thinking as to how could someone on earth possibly have such a melodious and angelic voice? Besides her ever so sweet voice, Adele’s adorable. She’s beautiful. I simply wish that I could find SOMEONE LIKE YOU, Adele.

                               LONG LIVE ADELE!!!!! LONG LIVE HER MUSIC!!!!!