Mera naam Rahmanhai aur main ek aisi kahaani upload karne jaa raha hu jisse aapko sikh mile. Meri iss sacchi kahani main love bhi hai, comedy bhi aur zindagi ko jine ka tarika bhi.

Bhai logo insaan jab paida hota hai toh usko yeh nai pata hota ki woh kis pinjre main aa gaya hai aur jaise jaise badha hota jaata hai waise waise use anubhav ho jata hai ki woh kis jagah phansa hai.

Filhaal main shuru se jab se maine hosh sambhala hai tab se padhai main acha raha hu. Hamesha class main responsive rehna aur cool rehna kisi bhi situation main mera attitude hai.

Aur sab ki help karta hu aur har insaan ko apna samajhkar har chiz main uski madad karta hu. Yehi mera pesha hai warna mera iss duniya main aana bekaar hai. Ek din mujhe ek apne morning assembly main ek ladhki dikhayi di. Woh mujhe bahut pyari lagi aur maine use apna banaane ki sochi.

Ek khwab main kho sa gaya tha main jisse shayad bahar aana mushkil tha. 8 class main tha main. Aur woh bhi 8 class main. Sabko pata hai ki 8 class main baccha masoom hota hai. Use duniya ki kuch khabar nai rehti. Magar shayad jisko chaha tha woh shayad masoom na thi. Maine valentines day ke din usko propose karne ki sochi magar main uss din phool le jana bhul gaya.

Mere frnds ne kaha ki main boarding main se jaakar uske liye phool le aau. Toh main phool todhne chala gaya aur mujhe phool todhte main PTI sir ne dekh liya. Woh mere piche bhaag rahe the mujhe pakadhne ke liye aur main unse bach raha tha. Aakhir jaan bacha kar main apni rani ke paas pahucha.

Usko phool diya aur usne sirf ek smile paas kari aur main uska ishara samajh gaya. Hamari relationship start hui. Bhai logo hamari relationship chal he rai thi ki koi aur ladhka school main enter kara aur usne uske liye mujhe chodh diya. Woh ladhka ek gunda tha. Use sirf ladhkiyo ko use karna aata tha. Apni gf ko main aise nai dekh saka magar meri usne ek nai maani aur usne uske saath naata jodh liya.

Phir kuch dino baad us ladhke ko police utha kar le gayi kyuki usne ki police wale ki ladhki ko chedh diya tha. Magar yeh the end nai tha. Main usko maaf karne ko tayyar tha. Magar phir ek ladhka jisko sab kashmiri kehte the usne usko pata liya. Unka bhi relationship bahut aage tak raha. Woh bhi ek gunda tha. Phir usne kashmiri ko chodh kar ek aur ko pakda. Gundo ko boyfriend banana aur meri feelings ke saath khelna toh uska shock sa ban gaya tha.

Itni sab baatein dekhne ke baawajud main usko maaf karne ko ready tha. But usko toh mujh jaise bande main kidhe nazar aate the although i was the handsome and dashing one in the school but main sidha tha aur sidhapan toh aajkal logo ko raas nai aata.

Maine use fb par msg kare magar usne meri ek nai maani. Usko maine bahut chaha tha. Tootkar pyar kara. Magar woh hai ki sunti nai. Bhai logo agar maine aap logo ko apne messages dikha diye toh aap log ro doge. Bhaio mera 10 class main 9.0 cgpa aaya tha aur phir main bahut khush ho kar usko batane gaya. Us din main usse kaha ki mujhe jaisa tujhe kahi nai milega.

Main tera kabhi saath nai chodunga. Hamesha tera haath apne haath main thaame rakhunga. Aur tujhe kisi bhi chiz ki zarurat hogi, meri aukaat se agar woh chiz bahar bhi hogi toh woh main tujhe laakar dunga. Magar woh phir bhi nai maani. Kismat ne mere saath mere bhaio bahut bura khel khela. Maine 11 class main admission dusre college main liye magar waha par partiality hoti thi. Bahut mushkil se maine 12 kara aur woh bhi 73 percent se. Bhaio ek ek din mera mushkil se guzarta tha magar mere friends bahut ache the. Unhone mere liye waqt ko kaatna aasaan bana diye. Aaj main b.tech first year main hu.

Usko bhulane ki maine bahut koshish ki magar bhula nai paaya. Hamesha uske upar khicha chala gya. Magar ab life main soch liya hai ki main piche mudhkar nai dekhunga. Bhai logo zindagi ek pinjra hai. Its just like a cage. Yaha har tarah ke khel hote hai aur har tarah ke log aate hai magar hume sirf apni raah chalte rehna chahiye. Ache dosto ko kabhi nai bhulna chahiye aur kisi ka dil nai dukhana chaiye. Mera dil dukha hai aur aap main se bahut logo ka dukha hoga. But its a life and its an ongoing process. Never mind! Main usko bhul chuka hu. Mera 12 barbaad ho gaya, jee qualify nai kar paaya, har entrance exam se reject ho gya.

Magar bhaio mera ek passion hai ki main ek physics ka teacher banna chahta hu. Bahut passionate hu padhane ke liye. Bhai logo jo bhi kaam karo usko full passion ke saath karo kyuki aap logo ke andar ek na ek talent zarur hai. Aap usko khojiye. Aur maine toh nuqsaan utha liye but aap log sambhal kar rahe.

Life main insaan ko baar baar chance de kar na aazmaye kyuki hamari zindagi toh khud chance par tiki hai. Yeh pata nai kab hai aur kab nai. Jaate jaate ek baat kahunga ki zindagi ek experince hai.

Let me take you back a couple years. Come with me as we relearn a lesson; one that has stuck with me, in my present memory, and inspires me yet. I don't remember exact conversation, but bear with me as I supply something that would sound normal.

We walk into Elida Road Hardware. An old fashioned hardware store. No automatic door, not a computer in the building. Nothing unusual about the day, or the fact that we go to that store. It is one that I go to fairly often. As we enter the door, two sounds greet us. The sleigh bells of yesteryear, the ones that make that sweet, peaceful tinkle as we open the door. The other sound is the electronic beeper that alerts Andy of our presence.

"Good afternoon, Ryan," comes the cheerful acknowledgment. Andy Bianco is a very friendly sort of proprietor. He is of medium build and height, we'll say about 50, and the smile on his face welcomes us.

We walk across the old wood floor -- destitute of stain or varnish, and worn smooth -- with its squeaky spots, and uneven joints. Andy asks us what he can help us with. I tell him we are looking for a spring. He very patiently replies "I carry lots of springs, you're going to need to be more specific."

"Beats me what they're called; just a spring for an old-fashioned screen door."

"That's it. A screen door spring. Right down there." We turn to where he is pointing, and sure enough, there they are. Andy knows his store, and his products. That's why I come here instead of Meijer. The service can't be beat. The price, Yes. But service and satisfaction; No.

I pick up one and follow him to the counter. A keg of peanuts sits beside the counter, and beside it, another for the hulls. Let me know when Lowes does that. Covering the counter is a piece of Plexiglas, and under it, all manner of business cards.

"Hey got a card? Put one under here. Free advertising space."

"Thanks Andy, but I already have one. See, over here."

"Well, I'll be; you do."

He figures up the price, doing the math in his head. "$1.88, with Uncle Sam's share comes to $1.99"

"Put it on Pop's account."

He nods and smiles, remembering that this is the third item this week that received that verdict.

"Good ole' Pop's account." He chuckles. "I don't know what you boys would do without Pop's account!"

He hands me the ticket and as I sign it I ask rhetorically, "You really trust my signature?"

His reply startles, yet gladdens me. "When I can't trust Jerry Hoover's boys; I can't trust nobody!"

We leave, and the brain immediately starts to forget things, in order of importance. But what Andy Bianco said that day, rang in my ears. And it rings in my ears today. That's a tall order to live up to. It's a high standard of integrity. My father made a reputation for that name, and I get to enjoy the benefits thereof. But by the same token, I must maintain that reputation. And that's serious business.

"I am an only child and my parents and I are inseparable — we don’t go more than a few hours without checking up on each other. Through my dating years, I consciously refrained from jumping into a steady relationship unless the guy understood my deep bond with my parents. And then Kumar just happened. I met him online — he used to often comment on my blog posts. We also connected through common friends and the virtual relationship soon turned real. There was no way I could ignore the emotional or intellectual connection we had. Besides, Kumar also understood my deep attachment to my parents. My parents too showed complete faith in my choice. Naturally marriage seemed like a perfect decision."

"There was a significant hitch though —Kumar lived in Stuttgart, Germany. Though I was excited about the idea of living in Europe and soaking in the new experience, I found the idea of living away from my parents very tough. The reality struck me when I moved to Stuttgart. Thankfully, Kumar has shown me that finding love doesn’t mean you have to sideline your own family. He has gone out of his way to forge a friendship with my parents instead of the archetypal formal relationship."

"Initially, he was also my sole link to this new land that I now call home. Germany is beautiful, but it is also a tough country to live in especially because you need to know German to get by. (I have managed to learn the language rather well now!) In my first year here, the weather, the food, the culture, everything seemed so different — and difficult! However, now we’ve made our own warm bunch of friends in this cold country. And we have our own German routines like going for a ‘gemütlich’ brunch every weekend or sneaking off to exotic places like Savoca and Bergen. Kumar has made himself an indispensable person in our ‘gang’ here with his awesome sense of humour and sensitivity."

"Of course, my connection with my parents remains strong as ever. I fly every few months to Ahmedabad, and my parents come over to Stuttgart every now and then. My father and I are also collaborating on a Gujarati book, and I can never thank the Internet enough. Completing my doctorate and managing my writing career has been possible mainly because of technology and the unshakeable pillar of support that my man has been."

“Love has added a new dimension to my closest relationships. It has made me more open towards accepting different, unknown challenges. As for Kumar and me, we don’t have a conventional marriage and we love it that way.

"Ever since my college days, I always knew what my ideal man would be like — an engineer settled abroad and from my own community. When I started working in an advertising agency, I swore to myself that I’d never get hitched with anybody from my office. Well, it has been four years since I have known Abhishek; each of my mistaken beliefs lie shattered, and I have never been happier."

“I was first introduced to Abhishek when he joined the agency. Initially, he seemed cordial and soft-spoken. He had just shifted from Delhi to Mumbai. However, it was at a colleague’s party that I got to see him in his element —engaging in boy banter, and comparing Delhi girls to their Mumbai counterparts. I found all of it amusing, and still remember telling my colleague, ‘I pity the poor girl who marries him!’

“A few months later, my boss started dropping hints that Abhishek had started liking me. I made it clear that I was not his type. However, Abhishek didn’t give up. He spoke to me often, and gifted me DVDs of my favourite movies. One day, he confessed that he really liked me. I was 23 then and told him I wasn’t ready for a relationship. In fact, for my birthday party, I invited everyone but him. I could tell he was heartbroken. Then I realised that my curtness was unwarranted, and took him out to dinner. During our conversation, I realised that boisterous banter apart, he was an honest, loving knowledgeable and trustworthy guy. We decided to give it some time. I was the first girl that he had dated, and he was the first guy in my life as well. Slowly, it became evident to me  that he was perfect for me."

“It’s been a year into our marriage now and I have come to realise that we are still very different. He needs to be pushed, and I’m the go-getter. I am emotional, he is practical. He is forgetful, and I remember the smallest of things. I’m a control freak and he is laidback. Maybe we are opposites, but both of us cannot imagine spending a single day without each other.”