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I had NCC in college Air Wing. We had a Vayu-Sainik Camp which was to be held in Lucknow. Prior to that, a Pre-Vayu Sainik camp was held in Ludhiana, Punjab, where contingents from all over Punjab and Haryana participated where we were to be selected to represent Punjab.We boarded a train from Ludhiana to Lucknow.  As it so happened, it was the time when the Ayodhya problem was going on. The trains were filled up with people going to Ayodhya. We found that our bogey was already full of such people and no one agreed to give us space to sit, although we had the bogey all booked. So, what happened next,  happened in a jiffy.Someone pushed my friend Babbar and everything went haywire. The whole group of cadets went berserk. We threw each one of those guys out of the bogey to reclaim our berths. And so started the adventure, on the journey towards Lucknow.

Early morning, the train stopped at a place called Bareilly.It was a bit cold and the tea vendors came serving tea in earthen pots. Mahipal is another friend of mine who is very naughty and pulls pranks every now and then. Well, he was sitting on the berth next to the door.He was ordering tea for everybody. We all thought Mahipal is being very hearty buying tea for everyone, little did we know of his plan. Well, the train blew the horn, ready to move, and we could hear the guy arguing with him over some money. As the train started to move, we could hear the tea guy saying “Babu ji, paisa de do.. Nahin to acha nahin hoga”(give me the money or it wont be good for you)… but Mahipal did not budge. As the train caught speed, we could not believe what the tea man did!  He filled a couple of cups with HOT TEA and threw it inside at us!!! And NOW, Mahipal had no SMILE, he was actually in pain where the hot tea had spilt on him. I would have loved to have a Camera at that time to take some pictures of full of Pain Mahipal🙂

Just got over this episode, when we found that one of the cadets, oh bless! I have forgotten his name let’s call him “A”, he was found hanging for dear life at the door of the next bogey. We could see him banging the door, but no one was opening it. It was scary and we tried pulling the chain but the train would not stop. We were shouting, screaming but a moving train no one could listen. Then someone had the idea of waving red clothes, we had our shirts, tees, turbans all red-coloured,  waving outside. We crossed a few stations and about half an hour later, the train started to slow down. The moment it stopped, each one of us rushed out,shouting for the people in the next bogey to open the doors.. The train guard – the driver all came over.. We found that the next bogey was full of Army personnel and they had a lot of ammunition in the bogey. They didn’t open the door fearing they were being attacked! HOW STUPID THE EXCUSE SEEMS!!  (Thinking now had we got mobile phones we could have rung the emergency people or the police , to alert them about what was going on , It could have ended in a tragedy this little episode.)

Finally we reached Lucknow station to find out that the city was under curfew. We had nowhere to go, there were so many people on the platform. We took a corner, put all our luggage and stuff and sat waiting for some news. An hour or so later, we saw Mahipal come running with a couple of dozens of bananas. “Eat them, eat them.. hurry!!!”, he started to change his clothes while we had the bananas. Then we saw a man come with a big can, to tell us the story that he had been conned into selling bananas in exchange for 5 ltr can of kerosene oil .What had happened was Mahipal had found an empty kerosene canister, filled it with water, obviously the upper layer was full of oil. Hence the barter was made and the poor man, pranked.😀

So, the adventure continued for the next 20 days in Lucknow which was under curfew, while our camp was in the army area. But more fun started when the girls’ contingent arrived. Each day after 5pm, the whole lot of us would make sure to have a bath and get ready in our best clothes to impress the girls. IT was in that camp that I first saw a beautiful girl. It was love at first sight, at least from my side🙂. 50% I was in …

After the initial few days of doing the typical boy thing walking around her, making sure I was there when she came out of girls camp site, the whole camp almost knew about this. I am sure she knew it too, although she denied knowing it. I was trying every possible way to get to talk to her but never got an opportunity something or the other always came in between. It was typical Bollywood scenes.

We were the bad boys of the camp, ended up in so many fights with other boys to prove that Punjab boys were the strongest. One day,we had this massive fight with the Agra boys. We had a boy on floor, me on top of him in a duel, and guess who comes by, SHE!  The Camp Commandant gets to hear about our heroics, well it was heroics then, so what happens he calls me and Babbar to have a word with him, and IT HAD TO BE right in front of the Girls Camp gate!  The CC is shouting at us.. he goes onto say “You with the RED Jacket, who do you think you are, You hit me 20 times I will not fall down But If I give you one punch, you will go flying”.. I HAD TO LAUGH AT THE DIALOGUE.. because I was almost 6ft, well-built and this guy was about 5ft 4inches, thin, Oh I so wanted to punch the living daylights out of him. AT THAT precise moment, the girl’s dinner bell goes, out comes SHE, watching me shouted at.

I have never felt so embarrassed in my life! I am sure she wished she had a camera to take a quick picture of me at that time🙂

Soon, all the girls – even the ones from Chandigarh contingent stopped talking to us.

On the last day of the camp, we had a cultural show. The boys were performing the Bhangra, the girls had their Gidha, after our performance we were all standing together when my friends started to push me towards her, it was out in the open. I finally got the courage to go up to her and proposed to her the typical Punjabi style .. “I want to be fraaannds with you”  To which she replied we are already friends ..OH now what… I blurted “No not that way, the other way”🙂 …she walked away I did not see her again that evening.

Next day we were to take the trains back to Punjab, I tried my level best to look for her, she was nowhere to be found, It was turmoil, my Sargent was shouting at me to hurry , in the end with a heavy heart thinking this is it I jumped in the last truck ferrying us to the station. My love story finished before it started…

We reached the station to find that there were two trains that we were booked on. Our train was at about 3pm, the girls’ train was at about 5pm. I was waiting, fingers crossed that there was still a chance to see her but luck was running away. Meanwhile, Mahipal was at his tricks, he was going around collecting money to go and buy some kebabs. Sometime later, he returned with them. As we had the first kebab, he made a comment saying they are beef … oooops with so many people into religion, we could see them trying to vomit it all out and GUESS what more kebabs for us.

As I was feasting on the kebab, Babbar told me “she” wants to talk to me, Oh my god, I went up to “HER”, there she was smiling, I didn’t know what to say when she handed me something gift wrapped,  (The reason I could not see her all day was because she was running around for a gift  for me .. awwww  (I know) ) ..  I was gob smacked did not know what to say, Opened the present it said “Dear Bikram .. Lots of Love R”..  That was a MIRACLE.. How did it happen , why did it happen ..

I don’t remember what we talked or what I even said. But I was the happiest person on that platform, I remember sitting on one those army trunks talking for so long. My friends making funny faces at us, while her friends kept doing the same to her.

Then came the time to board the trains,  I did not want to go, so I went to Babbar and told him I Want to go in the next train, he was like how is it possible, We found out that 10 boys of Ambala contingent were going in the same bogey as the girls (lucky devils, i cursed the person who had booked out tickets). We talked to their Sergeant but he would not budge saying do what we may, we will not be allowed to go in the girls’ bogey.

oooops…

I was not going to give up, First time in my life some girl had liked me, was talking to me , so now the race started to find someone to swap my place, but no one would agree. Who would want to do that, go with boys when they could go with such lovely beautiful girls in the same bogey… So we had to do what we had to do.

The 3pm train started to move… We caught hold of  two guys from Ambala , dragged them to our bogey, where they were kept hold of. Both the trains were to pass the station at Bareilly, the idea was at Bareilly, the idea was I will get down there, wait for the second train to come, board it and be with HER.  It would be dark, hopefully the Sergeant won’t see me enter the bogey.

Bareilly station came I got down with a friend, waited for the second train to come, then started looking for the bogey… suddenly I heard a voice “Bikram”… oh bless the sweetest voice.. another MIRACLE She had kept a seat for me next to her’s… we talked and talked the whole night, the next day… we both expressed our love for each other. So that’s how my LOVE started.

Wish in those days we had the luxury of Mobile phones or Cameras, to take pictures it would have been so beautiful to have captured those moments in camera, or the mobile phone would have come very handy when trying to figure out what bogey she was sitting in. Today, everything has become so easy, with the Internet and smart phones making love easier than before. But those times were difficult times, and who knows how many such love stories must be floating in the hearts of many a people like me.

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Disclaimer :- A NONSENSE POST — Lots of thoughts going through my mind .. Weird ones ..

Over the years and time I have experienced and Heard this Line Everything in Life comes with a lot of luggage.. you say something to someone when you are emotional.. it takes a whole new meaning ..  a lot of external situations come into the whole scenario .. I have experienced that ..

What is love.. Why does love come with all the its and buts … If two people love each other than what is a whole load of plethora that comes in between..

We are taught a lot of stuff as we grow up , one of them is that we will meet someone , a lovely person and that we will have our very own happy ending ..  Each story we read or we are told tells us , implores us to wait for that special one , for that One person that will come into your life and somehow transform it into a New something …

Tell us to Wait for that unexpected declaration of love , No one tells us though how long we got to wait🙂 .  and  in all this we sometimes lose the plot, in all this commotion , teachings, stories, experiences and focusing over the plot we still end up meeting the wrong person🙂

We read the wrong signs ..

We lose our way and sometimes the will to think too .. to think logically and sanely, to use the messages .. To use the experiences .. to learn a lesson from the experiences.

We are unable to tell from the ones who want us and the others who don’t and WORSE  from the ones who are only there to use us, Like we do with a Mango.. you suck it dry and then throw it in the bin or worst still in a garbage heap lying in the corner of a road. .. USE YOU oh yes they do with such precise calculated moves..

We are Unable to tell from The ones who will be there for a while , be a leech and when there wishes are over they part ways.

From the ones who will stay from the ones who will leave ..

Then I hear people say MOVE ON.. I mean what is Moving on ..  Maybe Picking up pieces and Starting all over again , freeing ourself for something better in future .  Maybe the happy ending of this manipulated-dirty-Cheap-calculating relation is the MOVING ON.. Or

Maybe The Happy ending is the Happy Knowing that through all the broken hearts,  through all those misread signs .. through all that feeling of being used up.. through all that crap  ..

Through all that time spent with someone Disloyal.. with someone who is a CHEAT .. someone who was False .. someone who was with the black heart .. someone who was just a user .. someone who just wanted the money .. someone who just wanted the SEX .. now not with you but with someone else …. Maybe thats Moving on..  

Maybe in all this Time we never gave up hope  and maybe we will find that one person … or WILL WE…

 

Have a great week Ahead Everyone…

Bucket List

Posted: March 19, 2011 in Bucket List, Life, My Thoughts., Soch

Ok before you guys read , let me tell you One thing I am not dieing or anything🙂, I am just accident prone i think so the last few days with the usual upheaves of day to day life, I have been thinking ( Yes here we are again , me Thinking I know , I know these both (me and thinking)  Dont go together at all ), but still for the sake of it lets say .. I have been thinking .. What if we knew or I know I am gonna die say in a months time or two weeks time ..

Would we get a chance to do what we would want to, So if you have a list of things that I would love to do one last time, will the angel or devil who has come all the way to take me give me enough time .. If there is god is he listening to what Iam typing here .. is he thinking hmmmm

“Isko Ek mahina de dete hain , jo karna hai kar le ”

But then the question comes how will i know if this is it .. 30 days left . Anyhow what will I have in my Bucket list .. The first one would be

1.  Walk with the Lions (yes weird thought, But I am in awe of this beast, its beauty, If man had not been cruel we would have these beautiful animals in abundance, Not that the lifestyle of this animal helps, but we humans have made it worse )

2. I want to meet all my friends, Each and everyone of the beautiful people who have been in my life one way or the other. Right from the time I went to my first class in the KG or LKG ( it was called)  to the Post Graduation, then at work , Blog, Orkut etc etc, It would be such a blast to meet them all, some faces have faded away but they are all here still in my heart – head, Imagine the excitement  , the laughters , the tears all those emotions in one big room, Some would only know of a person Bikram (hopefully🙂 ) meeting me for the first time, Some wont know me But I would know them , For some I would have faded off..

3. I want to meet all those people whom I have hurt someway or the other and say Sorry to them, Say Thank you to all those who have somehow managed to make me what I am today.

4. Go to the gym for a week or two and have a SIX pack… instead of the ONE PACK I got now.. Oh cum on, girls love it .. ha ha ha .. have a stroll on a beach without my Tee.. ha ha ha ha ( I am thinking like salman khan now )

5. Visit My village.

6. If I could reverse the time 3 years back, meet my Dad and say sorry to him for all the times I have hurt him.

7. Fly a jet.

8. Swim in the two rivers that run along the boundary of our village , back home .. along with the rest of the guys , whom i have not met for 20 odd years.. Meet the Men at that times with whom i loved visiting the town, to show off that I had grown ups as friends, Village where the young men were all MAMA’s  ( the village to which my mum belonged) and CHACHA’s (village to which my dad belonged) . I dont know where have they all settled since most left the village to settle in cities.

9.  Am I becoming greedy now ..🙂

I was hoping to make it to 10 but I have run out of thoughts .. and maybe Time too , I am sure there would not be this much time to do all the above, After doing all above would love to just fade away from everyones memory whishhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh zaaaaaaaappppppppppppp GONE!!!!!!

This article has turned out to be a bit of senty thing, which i did not want .. Anyway Anyone reading lets hear your bucket list.. say if you know you got 30 days left…

PS:- I took out the previous article cause my friends found it rude and I did not want to upset anyone , it was to be humour but i guess my humour not good he he he Will put something else later .. thank you everyone

I had written a post on Farmers of our nation, had used some of the lyrics from this song in there

Peedha naale jammiya ne saadi dhur to kismat maadi
Saadiyan fasalan da kaato launde mul wapari
Peedha naale jammiya ne saadi dhur to kismat maadi
                      We grow crops with difficulty from day one we have bad luck
Saadiyan fasalan da kaaton launde MUL vyapari
                      Why does a trader put a PRICE on our crop
Aakho sarkaran nu ni saanu beche laake boli
                     Tell the government to sell us by an AUCTION
Assi kachche rang jehe sohniye saadi kaadi holi
                    Our colour is very poor , what shud we celebrate and why Holi
Assi kachche rang jehe sohniye saadi kaadi holi

Haalat uss maa wargi bachcha jamman te suk jaave chaati
                 Our life is like that mother, who gives birth to a child and finds she  has no milk in her for him
Palle panda khaka diyan ik palli te ik daati
               All we have is our crop and a sickle
Meeh pave paharan te saada kotha cheyon lag janda
              Rain falls on hills and our roof starts to leak
Barsat di holi nu ni das ki maane sukka tanda
             The holi played by rain how we gonna stop it
Assi tukhde marr jaana kamaliye je na agg faroli
              WE WILL JUST DIE a SLOW DEATH Unless someone comes and lights the FIRE
Assi kachche rang jehe, sohniye saadi kaadi holi
Assi kachche rang jehe, sohniye saadi kaadi holi
            Our colour is very poor , what shud we celebrate and why Holi

Fasalan te sprayan pittheyan de utte hi pump tike ne
                    Crops depend on fertilisers that we carry on our backs
Iss vari holi te pata ni kinne jatt vikey ne
                     This YEAR ON HOLI god know how many farmers have sold themselves
Hathayar hi suttey ne ajay chalaune nahin assi bhule
                  We have only put our ARMS DOWN.. havenot forgotten how to use them
Rafalna diyan naala de rakhe ne muh ajay tak khule
                   The mouths of our RIFLES are still open
Jit ke ja wardi ae pata ni kitteh thuggan di toli
                   Dont know where the looters/cheaters/thugs go after Winning the ELECTIONS
Assi kachche rang jehe sohniye saadi kaadi holi
Assi kachche rang jehe sohniye saadi kaadi holi
                 Our colour is very poor , what shud we celebrate and why Holi

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DISCLAIMER:- Please carry on reading this article if you are ready to think logically and understand.
1. If you are one of those people who will not listen to One wrong word against the country PLEASE STOP NOW, I am sorry.. This article is not for you, or for those who have one single track mind..
2. All those who think our country has nothing wrong ALSO STOP READING NOW.
3. All those who can only TALK and do nothing also STOP READING.
4. Please do read the whole of it before commenting

Zara Dholiya Dhol ute Daga lain oye
Hath rakh kan ute boli tun pain oye
Ful khidiya sab de man bhaunda
PUNJAB MERA RAHE WASDA
(Hey the man with the DHOL, beat it , and sing the song, that as a flower is loved my everyone same way let my PUNJAB be loved to , let is live forever)

I remember the time when Punjab the state was one of the most rich state, it was supposedly the state which fed the whole of the country .. But over the years things have changed drastically.. first the terrorism and now the polictical Actually hold on let me rephrase that

The state of punjab was always given a Step motherly treatment by the centre govt. I am sure no one can deny that.. look what that has done to this state.. then the terrorism happen which took us so many years behind , A whole generation of punjabi youth was finished , disintegrated in those years.. the after math of that we are still feeling and some of us are living the horror.

The Government these days is only busy in filling there own coffers, no one has time for that man, The man who gets up early morning no matter what the weather is like rainy,chilly, hot … He gets up to go and tend to his farmland, his animals.. a Typical day in the life of a farmer .. I know because i have done it .. been there ..worn the tee🙂

Get up at the first light of about 4:30/5 in morning , It a different story that if you did not get up the village Gurudwara’s granthi made sure you get up when he started with his daily routine on the Speakers..
Go to the fields to take a round , by the time you got back the ladies in the house had the fire burning, stoves ready .. getting the food ready .. Breakfast would be a Big Mug full of Lassi, with Paranthas… and off to fields .. Tilling the land, sowing the seeds, watering the fields , etc etc a non stop day of work .. work and more work.. with little respite from weather.. sun shinging hard and mighty .. or the winter chill going right inside to the bones .. Feet went numb when watering the fields in the middle of the night …

But all that was worth  the hardship when the first green leaf appeared from the soil .. but that also meant the problems start not one but so many of them …

Typically it is like ,

kadi motor sad gayi
kadi bor khad gaya
kadi paindaa soka
kadi sab kuch had gaya
Meaning that either the Motor to the tube well burnt cause of the fluctuations in electricity, you get that fixed then there would be a problem with the tubewell itself.. Sometimes the water level would go down , with no water or there was  draught like situation… OR it would rain so much that there is excess of water  and we get floods… 
The farmer has no other way then go and get a loan from the bank, and hope that next season things will be different, with a bumper crop he can get rid of the loan, and earn some money.. the whole life cycle starts all over again .. but its the same outcome and this time

kishtaan bank diyaan tut gayina
saari duniya da anndata
oh saunda bhukha bhana

And now the he has not been able to pay the installment also… So now he has has no crop, plus a defaulter with the bank.. he sleeps hungry the one who feeds the whole nation..

jatt di joon buri
tadap tadap mar jana
ridak ridak mar jana

Farmers have a bad life, they are going to die one day struggling..
This is the sad story of our farmers , if all goes well then the natural calamities takes over, diseases to the crops

paigi narme nu sundi
ganaa sukiya
das hun ki kariye
munda wehla kudiyaan jawaan hoiyaan
kehde khoohe dub ke maariye
mar mar jiun naalo taan changa hai iko din mar jana

Cotton (narma) has been attacked by american worm, sugarcane(ganna) has dried .. What can he do ..
His son is jobless, no work .. and daughters(kudiyaan) are grown now. they have to be married soon .. Which well can he throw himself down to die, thats why they think that its better to die then live like this every day …
jatt di joon buri
tadap tadap mar jana
ridak ridak mar jana
What is going to happen to our farmers(jatt), not just in punjab but everywhere its the same story .. We who live in the cities take everything for granted, do we sit for once and think about those who are actually providing for us, We go to a shop and buy the stuff with our money, the money which we MAY have earned after working hard.. but just imagine the plight of that farmer who is working so much harder then us, so we can eat, Yet he does not get what is due to them
Why dont we have the guts to ask the question, we are arguing over stupid things , spending hours on useless things, Wake up people All this development that we keep barking about, is not good if the backbone of our country is broken and FARMERS are those backbone of our great nation… we need to ask this question
Sadiyan Fasllan Da
Kahto Launde Mul Vayapari

We do all the work, get the grain to the market then why does someone else put a price tag on our work.

Lets tell the Government

fasallan te sapriyaan de pithan te pump tikke ne
is waari holi te patan nahin kine jatt vike ne
hathyar hi sute haje chalaune nahin aseen bhule
raflaan diyan nalaan de rakhe ne muh haje tak khule
jit ke ja waddi hai kithe thagan di toli

(We carry the weight of the pumps holding the fertilisers and sprays on our backs..
This holi season god knows how many more farmers have sold themselves
We might have thrown our WEAPONS (hathyaar).. But we have not forgotten how to use(chalauna) them
We have kept the mouth of our RIFLES (raflaan) open
Where do these THUGS go after winning the elections)

But what can I say when we ourself have cultivated these thorns in our life and given them permission to bleed us, kill us  for the next five year…

All lyrics are taken from songs sung by punjabi singh Babbu Mann..

The last time i visited my village we had a game of cricket at 5am in morning some pics..

WordLess Wednesday

Posted: August 25, 2010 in Life, Wednesday, Wordless, Work