the bihar trip...

This post is coming after sooooooooooooooooo looooooooooooooong gap...is'nt it.but kya kare thoda busy tha yaar....aur vase bhi mere post ko padhta hi kaun hai..accept me n the google search engine to add it in their index....so what have i been doin so long except refreshing orkut home page for hours to find the new scrap coming and watching next door girls talking for hours on their cellphones( i can guess from their long smiles that they must be suggesting close-up toothpaste to their boyfriends so that they have a fresh breath wen they meet her next time )....apart from all these constructive jobs, to mention i won second prize (Rs 7000.) in a national level paper presentation contest.....clap..clap!!! thnaku...thnaku so much.

I had an incredible India's bihar trip this dusshera vacations and on coming back i would recommend you all to keep away from it....untill bihar is the last place on earth left after a nuclear holocoust or unless shilpa shetty personally requests you to accompany her for a date at chhapra. The day you even see bihar in your morning dream, you should go n jump in the nearest water bottle you find...the roads in this state appears as if it has been struck by a 99.99 richter scale earthquake followed by a tsunami and finally the pakistani air force attack, in which they have dropped all the bombs ever made in pakistan on the roads of bihar...i guess its the best place you would find on earth for a disaster management course.The only difference being is that the disaster isn't natural but political as well as far more devastating...any ways I think the credit goes to may be the huge credit card bills of Mrs.Rabri's cosmetic range from L'Oréal and sarees from Versace.

Jokes apart the sadest part of Bihar is not only the pathetic roads, niether the poor health services, nor the transformers and cables waiting for electricity...its the slaughter of innocent childhood at the hands of poor administration, poverty and lack of education....moreover its the death of the hope on which we believe that may be things will improve some day. People don't understand that how could things get better if the juvenile shoulders have to carry stack of hay instead of school bags. Even Angulimaal would drench out of compassion on watching the tender hands of kids with painful bruises. I wish if i could do somthing...and i promise i will if destiny permits me in times to come.

Thoda serious ho gaya tha na...kya karu aisa hi hoon main...khair lets return back from bihar and hope that somday Melinda Gates reads my blog and opens a MACRO chain of schools with WINDOWS.

since this post comes just after diwali so how cud i forget diwali...I went to celebrate my diwali with my mom n dad at vindhyanagar...but to say it was n't so good this time not only because all the murga chhap crackers turned out to be fake some of the rockets could'nt even fly out of the bottle and secondly i was missing my extra large friend circle...for me diwali is not more than a get together of old school buddys n fighting for every silly reason one can think of...how dare you asked for pencil from kunju in class II, she was mine you @#&^^!!

happy diwali !!