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What mom says about........(you will know later, read on)     I guess all parents start wondering about their sons getting ensnared by wily women from the day they catch them eyeing neighborhood moppets with that ‘Whoa, not bad at all!’ look in their eyes. Our brat wasn’t above reproach either: shyly, he’d admitted to ‘liking’ little Ms G, when he was all of eight. “Ha, ha! Puppy love!” we’d smiled indulgently and forgotten all about it.       After school, our son flew the nest a few years ago, first for studies and then for work. Thanks to magical instant connectivity, distances lost meaning. The child would be his usual chirpy self, calling us up every few hours…well, giving missed-calls every few hours. That meant putting on hold everything we were doing and rushing to call back. The chats would last till we remembered last month’s bill. Or till the smell of burning food made me disconnect in a hurry. But all of it vouched for the fact that no girl had entered his

Today I met one girl and that made me wish that such persons would always meet me at every situation in life… Today I was at AXIS bank to buy my broachers for CAT’11. Actually we (me , Anant and Aniket) went there together from T.I.M.E. class. As we heard that there was so much rush for buying broachers that some of my friends had to stand 3 hours in queue, so we went there as swiftly as possible. We entered the bank which, by the way, looked like any college’s fee collection window as there were so much youngster standing and the queue was extended up to the door with some forms in their hands. We entered into the bank and inquired for that form and got it from security guard. Then we went to end of the queue where a girl in yellow T-shirt is standing talking to her friend standing beside her. She is slender looking with small face and ponytail and has a nice smile. I and Anant went behind her to stand in queue. She took a look at me and noticed my unfilled for

  So as you have from the previous parts, we had done with our dinner and now we were just about to leave.        As we,me vivek and nisarg had put our jackets at Keyur’s home so we left the party plot and walked towards his home. At that point I noticed fascinating decoration. As we had left for dinner before twilight so we missed that. It was good.    As we were returning from Panchal’s home, I had noticed that Harshid had not spoke a single thing or made silly comments. Had I introduce him in this series? I don’t think so. It is very unusual to introduce some character at the climax. But for us, if you put trailer at the end of the movie- it would be perfectly ok.             Harshid, a schooler, have potential to be good programmer and most importantly he has “Royal Enfield ThunderBird”. Enough praise…as you know every coin has two sides. He is most most most dubious guy in our group, who never tell anyone with whom he is talking on the phone, never discloses his pe

Hii…It’s been a long time still last post. So let me fresh up your memory a little bit about our action series.      10 dubious friends decided to go to Bharuch. During the transport they face many difficulties but survived through size zero and reach the destination on time. But as the fate had decided, they forgot most important thing for the day. As the story unfolds, they divided themselves to accomplish their mission. One group went direct to the predefined location and set their camp. The other group had to face several problems due to some deception they encountered. But in the end they had made it to the location with all mission accomplished. The reunion was interrupted by keyur who refused to give 2 nd cup of ice-cream. Finally the troop decided to attack on the edible goods.          (Hey I am just checking that I could write serious stuff or not but now I think I can.) Finhas was quite disappointed from the last post. He told me that he told madan to some specific pe

Note: This article is not written by me but I came across it while reading TOI Television is my rival in love and marriage IPL has turned many men into addicts      I became a   widow  at 22. My husband was alive and well and sitting right next to me,   munching on a packet of chips. But he did not respond to my voice and when I looked into his eyes, I saw a rectangular shape glittering   with tiny men dressed in white. The terrible   cricket  disease that he caught in his teens had taken him away from me in the   prime of his — and my—life.   First, it was just a mild attack of one-day matches, then came the more serious Test match fever and then the final blow was the dreaded IPL, which finally carried him off, leaving me bereft and alone. Though his body is still with me, his heart and soul belong to the   cricket  goddess. He eats, breathes and dreams   cricket . At night, when he cannot sleep he   counts the runs Sachin made in the last match. Our dau

  This is esoteric post only for Comp. Eng. Today I was having DMS (DataBase Management System) lab.  We were currently working on Oracle 9i made by oracle corporation. After the lab I went to parking as I was going to bunk all other lectures. In the parking, I saw Pawaskar Brothers.  If you don’t know them or saw them then let me describe them. They are twins, same height-body and look almost identical. Whenever I saw them, a question arose in my mind that how could someone distinguish them. But as none of them are my friend, I just put that question on back burner.         But today after looking those twins something came to my mind. Before I tell you what it was I wanted to ensure that the it was not made up afterwards but clicked at that particular moment  and it was the first thought in the queue of thoughts: “IS THAT ANY PRIMARY KEY WITH WHICH I DISTINGUISH THESE TWO….?” So from now on I am confident that, in the 3 rd year of computer engineering, finally I

I had not written any blog for a long time that by no means indicate that I had fracture in my finger or arm but I was little bit disappointed with me. Let’s cut the crap… The thing is we got a fantastic treat by AhmedAli, Finahas, Vishwa, Gajjar and Jenil. If you are regular reader of this blog then you must know Vishwa, Ahmad and Finhas. Jenil is one of the most studious guy of our class, a good programmer, always makes jokes about only two persons :”Dukhi” and “Vaghodia”(the mystery about this will be revealed later). Gajjar is ……hmmm…………Gajjar. I don’t think I can write anything about this person. He may be a good person but every time I met him he was talking about some nonsense. By the way, these 5 persons were winners of this year’s FP, a college event. We 25 persons were invited into party. It would be boring for you to read all the names in the list. So I introduce them as the time arrives. It was 1:30 P.M. and we were really hungry. I was sitting in the comp.lab. wi

--> If you had not read the previous posts in this series then I insist that you read them first.         At first we all were walking together, after some time Nisarg and Soham had gained the speed and we decreased our speed. So we again split. So we 4 started talking about anything that came to mind.      As per the previous post, now we had split into 2 groups. 1) Me (saumil), Vivek, Finhas, Nisarg, Ahmed, Soham. 2) Harshid, Aniket, vishwa, Adi. BHARUCH MA RAKHADPATTI Vivek:”sala….aa bharuch na gharo to jo la, badha j bungalows j che…” Finhas:”hu b kyarno e j jou chu. Kato mota mota gharo hoy kato zadi-jungle hoy,........... aa Keyuryo agib jagya e re che.” Me:”hmmm… but I thought if we were able to arrange a car then this can be like small trip. Night stay at Keyur’s and then we can go for  Kabirvad   or something like that tomorrow.”      Ahmed rejected my idea as they were having some religious festival going on, can’t