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Jawani aur Budhape

Teacher: Jawani aur Budhape me farak batao?
Student: Jawani me mobile me “HASEENO” k numbers hote hai,
Aur Budhape me “HAKEEMO” ke..!

Jun,23 2015
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Dard

Kuch ajeeb faslo ka janam ho raha hai Naseeb mera jaag kar bhi so raha hai Kaise keh du tuta dil dhadakta nahi jabki aaj dil ka har tukda ro raha hai

Jun,23 2015
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Body Functions

You may well have all the bodily functions of a man, just try not to demonstrate them early on.

Jan,5 2015
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Who is Crying?

This is my first story. I am not much of a writer though, but very excited to write down my first experience.

So, I live in Mumbai and I had this experience near my balcony. I stay in a society which is like 60 years old. I stay on the first floor and I am the only one who sleeps in the balcony. The window of my balcony is very wide and this place being very old... Is filled with huge trees which darkens the place more at night and it looks all creepy.

I would also like to mention that there is a huge cemetery opposite to my balcony (its more than 200 years old and its so near that I can even see the walls of the cemetery through my window)

I now start my experience which I had some months back... But first, I ought to tell you all a small story about a gate which is just under my balcony (this can later help you all to relate this story to my experience)

We shifted here in 2000, our neighbor visited us once and she just told us a small story about this gate. She told us that they shifted in this building in 1990 and one night she was waiting for her husband to come from office. At around 12:30 am she saw him coming and entering the building through the gate, so she opened the door of her house and was standing near it to welcome him.

As he passed the gate and was entering the building, he heard a baby crying. He ignored and was walking upstairs. He then reached the passage of his floor and he again heard that baby crying. He wondered how could a baby cry near the gate all of sudden when he neither saw a baby nor anyone else when he entered. He decided to go down again but his wife pulled him in saying its too late and he shouldn't worry. As soon as she pulled him in the sound of the baby's cry transformed into a wicked laugh of a lady (according to my neighbor the laugh was very loud and a human can never laugh so loudly). They both got terrified and my neighbor's husband suffered from fever for over week. Later, his friend told him that there's a woman ghost who roams on this road (this road is between my balcony and the cemetery) and cries like a baby, and the one who comes near the gate to check, she kills the person and that person's body is never to be found again.

Now I start my experience

It was March 2014 and my tests were going on and I had to study so I decided to get up at 4:30 am and I set the alarm and slept. (My bed is adjacent to the balcony's window). The alarm rang and I stopped it and was just lying on the bed for a while and that's when I heard a baby crying. I don't know why but I just didn't get up to find out what was wrong, or something in me stopped me from getting up. That sound came again which was for the 2nd time. I could easily navigate that the sound was coming from the gate under my balcony, but I didn't get up. When the sound came for the 3rd time I got very scared and started chanting god's name (any noise heard thrice is a sign of evil). I later gathered courage and started studying and forgot about the incident for a while.

I suddenly recollected the story told to us by our neighbor and I decided to get up the next day at 4:30 am again and to check what was going on. As decided, the alarm rang and I was waiting for that noise again. But this time it didn't. I waited until 4:40 but no noise was heard by me. I thought that it might be my imagination and I decided to sleep again. I couldn't sleep and was just thinking about last night's incident and all of a sudden the alarm rang again. It was 4:50, and that's when I got very scared because I clearly remember that I had stopped the alarm earlier and it also wasn't on snooze (I never put my alarm on snooze). How could the alarm ring on its own? This question still troubles me. Is that woman still there? After almost 20 years?

I would also like to mention that there is a Hindu crematorium at a distance of approx. 2 kms from my locality, and the road which is between my balcony and the cemetery is the only way through which a dead body could be taken to the crematorium.

Thank you for reading my story and sorry if I messed it up a bit

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The Great Trip

When most people think about places to visit in London, they have Buckingham Palace or Oxford Street or London Bridge or some historical Museum on their mind. But to me it was always Lord’s.

Walking into the Lord’s stadium was something I always dreamed about.  I would be lying if I said that my dream didn’t involve me wearing the Indian jersey and walking out onto the ground along with my heroes. However the second part of that dream was sadly no longer probable. But it did not have any diminishing effect on my enthusiasm to visit the stadium.

It was a bright Sunday morning, quite a rare sight in London for that time of the year. The wind was quite brisk. I reached the gates of Marylebone Cricket Club around 10.45 AM.

The guided tour was scheduled at 11AM. The man at the counter told me that the ticket price was 16 pounds. Although it was quite expensive, I just had to see it.

My tour group was pretty small, 3 South African guys, a Pakistani couple with their 2 young kids and of course me. We were all given badges which I must say looked pretty great.

The tour began with us visiting the historical Lord’s Museum. It had hundreds of stories to tell in the form photographs, old cricketing gear and of course the Ashes Urn. But what interested me most was the autographed bat of India’s greatest Number 3. Sadly photography was not allowed in the museum. So instead, I stared at it forever.

Next stop was the hallowed dressing room at the home of Cricket. We first entered the home dressing room. I was quite surprised on seeing it. It was from a different era. The guide explained that the Club wanted to preserve of the charm of the good old times. So the ambiance of the place was left unchanged.

As I stood on the balcony looking at the beautiful green ground I couldn’t help but notice the great slope we had heard so much about in the match commentaries. The altitude at the left end of the ground was at least 20 feet higher than the right end.

The guide then asked where everyone in the group was from. When I said I was from India, he showed me the spot in the Members stands where Kapil Dev had lifted the World Cup on that memorable evening of 1983. I could visualize it happening live in front of my eyes even though I wasn’t even born in 1983.

Now I couldn’t wait to see the Away dressing room. As we entered the Away dressing room, I charged into the Balcony and sat on THAT bench. I felt the sudden urge to take off my shirt and wave it around just like our beloved Dada. But thankfully I regained my senses and decided against it. When I re-entered the dressing room, the guide was telling about the favorite seats and rituals of all the Indian legends.

Next he pointed out the boards with the list of batsmen who have scored centuries and another board with the list of bowlers who have taken 5 wickets in an innings in a test match. Surprisingly, many of the top batsmen were missing from that board including our very own Master Blaster.

After visiting the dressing rooms, we walked to the opposite end of the stadium through the stands to reach the Media box. It was a magnificent structure, apparently built by a boat company.

The view from the media box was just perfect, perhaps even better than the view from the dressing room balconies.

Then we came down from the media building and walked around the boundary ropes. The guide told us that the getting onto the ground was strictly off limits.

I was tempted to step on the grass when he was looking away. But walking onto the Lord’s ground was something I wanted to earn, and so I held myself back. ‘May be next lifetime’, I consoled myself taking a deep breath.

The final part of the tour was the Souvenir store. It had the Lords’ T shirts, miniature cricket bats, balls, key chains and plenty more.

My dream of seeing the Lord’s cricket ground in person had come true. I was very happy about that. But somewhere deep down I felt a strange sense of sadness. May be it was because I knew this might also be the last time I ever set foot in that place or may be because….

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