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Mirror Mirror who is beautiful

Ps:- Thanks AB.

Disclaimer :- Long post .. But people who love their friends and miss them will understand it all

This post has taken a long time to be published, has been sitting in my drafts for so long. been editing it so often..

Here I am trying to revisit the good old days as they say , college times .. I am sure a lot of people by now know how we both met, it was an astonishing moment , One day Ravi (my first friend in college) came up to me, I was tall and big had big huge moustaches gave the impression that I was wickedddddddd (no one knew the secret, it was the other way round actually) .. saying he has had an argument with someone , set up a time and we have to go to beat up this guy.. So we went to the ground behind the campus.. Me and Ravi… in a few minutes another guy came with a Short, stocky, Smart Sardar..who had an immaculate turban on..

Till today I have no idea why it happened or how it happened instead of a FIGHT it ended up by making a deal that instead of a big fight why not let Ravi and the guy settle their differences one to one.. Brilliant , me and the sardar shook hands and That day I met my best, my darling my sweety pie my cutie pie he he he he  Sukhvir Singh (AKA babbar).. till date he is my best mate.. Thus started the days of glory, through him I met so many people rather all my mates now I met through him, oh boy but was he angry, he was short but his temper oh my god, no matter who was in front, he went for it..

So that’s how we met, College time was wow time for me because of friends I had, we did a lot of things together movies, roaming around, NCC etc etc.. A few points I wanted to share here reminiscing the good old days..

Each time I have called him up from UK, it brings that COOL sense of happiness to hear him say hello and when you speak he recognises the voice in millionth of a second and then the voice changes to “OYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN”.. now that is the best feeling one can have, especially for those who have left friends-family behind and come to foreign shores.. Then during the conversations he will always say “TUN AAJAA YAAR MANN” (you just come).. That is the moment where you feel like dropping everything  and Just go.

We both have argued with each other but I don’t remember any occasion where we have fallen out on any thing, almost every evening after college was spent with him , a couple of others ( I will write about them too).. I use to live the furthest so I would go to his house in evening and then from there we went wherever we had to go , to spend the rest of the evening.

A few incidents come to mind each time I think of Babbar, I remember during NCC Days we had a camp for 15 days in a village in Punjab , it was Diwali day and we planned to go to the gurudwara Sahib , on way back there was a brick Kiln.. and you know how big-hearted Punjabi’s are.. the owner called us in and invited us to a glass or two of MILK , special milk , this was full of Bhang and a couple of KILO of Jalebi’s .. NCC camps hardly get stomach full of food so we drank and ATE..

Then moved to the camp only to find we were getting high and The Commanding officer too saw us , Not a good idea , by the time we reached the camp he had everything ready .. WE were to Fall in within 5 minutes and Our dear Sukhi was to lead us in parade , The punishment was for us to march while for him was to go over to the other side of the POND and shout commands .. I on other hand was saved as I was representing Chandigarh in Skeet shooting so I was sent to air force station to do that .. The day off it was to be we ended up working the whole of chandigarh group. I was so drunk and high that I shot 9 out of 10 clay pigeons BRING THEM ON.. sukhi was not happy when I came back as they were made to go up and down the ground a few times …

I have somehow felt that Babbar has always been my savior for some reason each time I was in trouble he would be there, In one wedding a few guys had a tiff with me and I found my self alone, as a guy asked me to dare come out of the marriage hall.. I being a scary cat which i am was still thinking of what to do .. In comes Babbar and he gave them guys such a blasting they will remember all their life..

Also a few coincidences have so happened that It is really a miracle that we have not got into serious trouble , Once I went up to his house to find that he was getting ready on asking , he just said good i turned up and asked me to accompany him , it was later I found out that a guy we knew , had some sort of fight with guys , there We were together going to beat up the guys … 

I am not sure how my life would have been had it not been for him, he has been always there through thick and thin always .. He was the one who rode my scooter which i had just spend thousand to get repainted and all .. and drove it right into an oncoming car.. my heart broke into pieces to see the scooter again mangled , who cares about the bruises suffered by him, he is a man he will Live 🙂

He got married when I came to UK , I missed his wedding and i will never forgive myself I so wanted to attend his wedding , he has a beautiful wife who is again a gem of a person .. Each time I have gone to india they have not let me go to my own house as my home was all locked up , I end up spending my time with them, I jsut have to phone him up and tell him arriving on such and such date and he makes sure that he takes time off work and all ..

I am truly blessed to have him, I know we hardly speak on phone so much time goes by , but the moment i book my tickets he is the first one to know and when i tell him THAT voice haunts me MANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN  COMEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee and that excitement .. We have done some weird things during our college times some good some bad but now we sit down thinking they all bring smiles to the face.

He is such a person , he has not got a FB account, he hardly uses email, I email him but he doesn’t reply , I hope he reads this article where I want to shout at top of my voice I HATE YOU BABBAR 🙂 .. Oh man I miss him so much. If you are reading this do you remember the days my friend , Going to Patiala for Ashwani’s wedding on way back , we almost got Shot by Punjab police thinking we were some sort of Terrorists ..

Do you remember the uphill trips, the going up by the back route , the fountain …

Do you remember the camps NCC lucknow, Patiala, Ludhiana, The clearing of the PABT written test in hisar .. The SSB interviews at various places .. especially the one in Dehradun 🙂 that was hilarious we had fun brother .. Still cant understand how we could not get through.. the ones who everyone said should get into army. How the Sikh guy who refused to go inside a Temple because it was a HINDU temple got selected.. and how another one who hated muslims got through.  

But I guess we are better off now, Had we got through I am sure we would both be Dead by now, trying to get over an enemy tank to our side of the land 🙂  All that happen’s .. happens for good.

And best of all This is hilarious (if you have reached till here everyone listen to this), I got a job as a manager-instructor all in one in a computer institute which had just opened , it had no students as it was still being renovated, Babbar was un employed at that time, I would get up in morning as I headed to work his house would be on way.. I would pick him up and go to this institute to open it .. waiting for potential students to come etc..  around 11ish the Whisky shop would open and we would buy half a bottle from there ordering some samose or something from katani sweets.. Pour half each in Big steel glasses and have it .. eat the samosa’s ..  THEN close the shutters down of the institute.. and head for Punjab University  for a GEDI he he he he By the time we reached UNI we use to be up in the seven sky ..

Each day we met , each day there was some funny thing that happened If  I start to write all of them It will turn out to be a book.. I long to get back to maybe repeat a few of these events..

The going to weddings, we had a pact that anyone who had a wedding in family, all friends will goto that wedding.. one I remember is a party I got an invite to , it was a very private. I had not clue about, as was promised all of us reached .. it so happened that in that party there were more of us then the actual invitees.. it was embarrassing but WHO CARES we had fun ate stomach full and drinks too 🙂

The late night Pinjore garden trips, The various arguments over girls.

The trekking expeditions, getting lost in jungle, almost getting one of our big huge friend killed ..

The sundays of Playing cards, the whole days spent on a RS. 10. BET it was war, me and him always the partner winning losing.

Another Hilarious episode was Three of us on Two scooters, Babbar & vikram on one and me alone of another one.. It was Babbar’s Elder brothers scooter.. we are going nicely , a roundabout came.. I went straight shouting come this way , come this way .. Babbar went left looking at me shouting no no this way .. They failed to see the curb on the road and BAM.. both of them on the Road.. Poor Scooter.. the tension was not of the bruises again it was how to get the Scooter sorted before big brother found out.. We had a mechanic who did all this jobs for us he he he he ..

I was doing some classes for something, One of our mates JOHAR came from hisar to meet , he and Babbar came to where I was .. I sneaked out .. now again Babbar & johar on one scooter , me on another we are going .. me following them and Mr. Babbar suddenly decided to turn Right .. BAM I went into them and they both went flying.. Again forget the bruises the scooter needs to be checked ..

The festival celebrations, the arguments whose house we would end of celebrating .. The first EVER dance party organised .. Was by him in his house on the roof .. so many girls came, luckily I was invited to it too.. 

The Holi times, we would all get together and make sure we went to EVERY girls house we knew, the look on their faces was PRICELESS.. the OH look boys have come to this girls house..

A couple of weddings we got done of the Lovers , whose parents would not agree.. 

Some things in life one can never forget.. I have had such a beautiful life that I just  long to od it all over again , wish there was a roll back switch  to do it .. I would not want to do anything ever differently. All that happened when it happened AS it happened I would love to repeat it all over again ..

Those were the good old days .. and Then LIFE Happened and we all separated ..

Thursday Challenge :-“FAMILY” (Grandparents, Parents, Children, Family Occasions, Moms with Babies, Animals,…)

I dont have a scanner  so Tried taking a picture from the picture ..  they have not come out brilliant but still …

This weeks Theme has So much to write about , show about, If i started to put a picture/article  for each one it will take me days to put them 😦 ..

I started from the Root of our family my grand parents , next time maybe go on to parents and occassions .. Etc..

Dada Ji and Dadi Ji (the day I bid farewell to them , on my way to delhi and the flight to uk)

My Dada Ji (We had a Akhand path at home when went back for the first time, that day I clicked this pic.)

My Nani Ji (she is sewing my turban that I was to wear next day.. First time i had gone back to india from uk)

Ps:- One of my very good friends in the Blogosphere had This to say about me 🙂 I am blessedddddddddddddddddddddd …

Thank you to everyone who commented there … God bless you all

Thursday Challenge “ROADS” (Highways, Streets, Freeways, Traffic, Country Roads, Trails,…)

My entry for the Same .. some of the Roads I have travelled on

1. Home Sweet Home (Chandigarh)

Night time.. Left here and third house 🙂

All roads lead to Home

End of the Road is Home ..

Home is at End of the Road

2. Australia

On way to gold coast

On way to Canberra

This post is reposted with a few changes..

“Anyone can be a father, but it takes someone special to be a daddy.”

The role of a father is always taken for granted, But we forget that this bread-winner is as emotional as a mother , and yet we so easily wipe him off any outwardly show of gratitude. It is so easy these days in our crazy busy life to remember or think or focus on the things that our parents did not do for us , we have become so selfish in life we think only the negative.. we forget there is so much good that parents have done for us..

Fathers are believed to be tough, strict and all that.. but they are humans too, I am not saying my My father was perfect, no one is but I know for sure that he did his best to raise us And Thanks to him We are where we are and I AM WHAT AND WHERE I AM.

Today I would like to share with you a few things about my father, It is my personal recollection of time spent with my father, I was never very close to my father, I don’t remember any reason why it should have been like that, since he and my sister were so close to each other. Maybe because I spent most of my time in hostel.

He invested so much time in me , when i was studying in Chandigarh, He would come from office and sit with me for an hour or so for my homework from school, I did not feel very happy about it , But on hindsight I think it was so good.

My father was a proud man, he never said it to me but I know when others tell me, his best friends tell me what he talked about , what he thought of us. He was proud of our achievements. He cared so much for everyone , I distinctively remember sometimes him and my mother arguing over the fact that its holidays and he has asked someone to visit us, rather than us going out together for holidays. Most of my cousins stayed with us to study in city at one time we were 7 or 8 kids in the house, He catered for all of us without batting a eyelid.

Everyone in the family for any help would come to him, he did not say no to anyone, I have seen so many people who have stopped visiting us now, or calling us , but they did.

Summer holidays in school would see him making plans where to take us , manali, mumbai, Gujarat… he loved to travel.. see new places Thanks to him I have seen a lot of India, though at that time it felt weird why am i going with my mum-dad when my friends are going together, But now I know , I cherish those visits which most of my friends did not have. I did, the time spent with my father was the best.

I still remember that day when I got the early morning call, my mama ji said hello and immediately i knew something was wrong, very wrong, he just said Come to India straightaway, Papa had passed away.. I did not know what to do .. I remember the shock, the horror, the disbelief, the fear, the complete sense of hopelessness and helplessness brought on, Suddenly, life seemed so finite. All those times we had flashed by in front of me, I remember the horrible time it took to reach Delhi then drive to Chandigarh..

All through the time so many things were going through my mind, I still stop and remember the times.. The times when I use to think what have i done wrong , Why is my father so strict, Why does he stop me doing this, Why wont he get me what i want, Why does he say No always .. So many questions .. But as I grew up I somehow started to understand all he was doing for me.

On the day of the bhog so many people had come to pay their respects, i did not know many of them , A few letters had come from various people , One letter I still have one from a Principle of a college in Punjab who showered so many praises on dad for helping the College where so many students got education. 

I also had made a point to ask all his friends to let me know if he had owed anything to anyone so as a son I could pay them back,  he did not owe anything to anyone.

There are a few things that comes to my mind immediately when I think of my father , the first one was 1996 the year my dad retired from work, We were all invited by his office people for a small party in the evening, where they gave him some presents and all.. After it got over we were walking towards our car when we saw a few people beating up a man, on enquiry we got to know this guy also had retired the same day , but during his work time he had made life hell for his colleagues so now that he retired he got a beating as send of.. It made me feel proud of my dad at that time.

The other thing that comes to mind is the incident where I had gone to a place called Patiala for Inter college debate representing my college, at night there was a terrorist attack where so many students were killed in middle of night, My father got to know about this and he was there at Patiala in his night suit.. Searching for me in the hospital and when he saw me all covered in blood from carrying the injured he almost cried.. but in his way he told me “I had told you not to come , Now let’s go home”, and when I said to him he will have to wait till all of my friends are found and donating blood, he just sat there waiting..

Cut off time at night was 9pm , I had to be home and if not then he would get so worried sometimes come to look for me , my friend would joke with me that I should go home on time else “PAPA will COME” 🙂

His pet dialogues “kya Raje”.. or “Kya banega is desh ka ”  whenever politics would come up to discuss, how eagerly he would watch the cricket matches , come occasions he would hate when i said I have to go to a friends house to celebrate he would say “Raje Ithe sad lai uhna nu”.. (call them here instead)…

I remember him go so angry one time we had gone to Hazoor sahib , Nanded near mumbai, and he was trying to get a room for us and as usual there too it was corruption give money get a room, and Papa blew his top and asked the guy who demanded money to step out of his office so he could slap him, I was young , suddenly it was all quiet and no one there dared to move,  I thought today we would be beaten up, but no one dared and Papa was like telling me, dont worry anyone comes near get him.  I saw the look on his face and the guy in the office almost pee-ed in his pants,  and lo and behold we got a lovely room without paying any bribe.

He would celebrate my birthday every year , I was a grown up man but no he always made sure 11th Nov he had a few of my friends invited a few of his friends to celebrate and Since he has passed no one has celebrated my birthday as he use to.. I remember his craze for Poori Cholle , he would always order them from sector 17 Chandigarh that was one  dish Always on the menu on my birthdays..

Another funny incident was when i had applied for Visa for uk, everyone was saying I wont get it, and I will have to wait etc etc, I remember going to Delhi embassy , my interview took place at about 10am and by 11am i was out with the news that Visa is mine, I should go and get the medical done.. I rang my father to tell him I got the visa and i need to go for medical his words were “No don’t go, come home, for the next few weeks eat Makhan-badaam-gheo , Tagda ho ke Medical devange” (  almonds-ghee- get stronger and then give medical) , I was laughing my head off, and me being me could not wait .. gave the medical the same night ..

When I came to UK my friends would still visit my home and Papa would sit with them and offer them a drink or two always saying that If Bikram was there he would do the same , All these little events I came to know when friends talked they would say I have a cool father.

People often forget to say “I LOVE YOU and YOU ARE IMPORTANT TO ME” I did too all this time, I miss telling him how much he meant to me, How much I love – care for him. I am what I am now cause of his pains, that he took, sacrificing his ideas sometimes to make sure I got what I wanted or threw a tantrum over. I regret not telling him all this when I had the chance, will regret all my life.

THANK YOU PAPA for everything and making me the person I am, tears still swell up and my heart aches Because He was my Daddy and I miss him all the time, I want to take this opportunity now to tell him that

. I remember the hurt in your eyes when i could not get through the IMA so many times , each time you asked me to hold my head high, try again.

. The sadness when I planned to come to UK, You did not stop me.

. The proud moment when I rung you to tell you I have bought a house , My first car..

. The day you came to visit me here. I am sorry for not spending more time with you..

. The day I got sworn in for the forces here.

I remember them all wish you were here to see your son happy. It was all because of you Papa Thank you So much. I hope I am an ounce like my father, If I am then I would do justice to my kids too. I hope and pray you are looking out for me as you always did.

Happy Fathers day to all the readers, Let not just be ON the fathers day that we say I love you to our dad, lets say it every day and make it a father’s day all the days…