#Jaat Land

[nonamehorse]

Dit land gaat echt naar de klote

Laat er alsjeblieft binnen een maand een groot schandaal zijn zodat we niet vier jaat met deze kut regering zitten opgescheept

Geert Wilders kan de tering krijgen

[flash-fresh]

"Couldn't Sleep, Kept Thinking...": Mohit Sharma On Final 2 Balls To Ravindra Jadeja

As Ravindra Jadeja hit the winning runs for Chennai Super Kings in the IPL 2023 final, Mohit Sharma was shattered, having failed to defend the title for Gujarat Titans.

The Indian Premier League (IPL) 2023 final turned out to a sporting spectacle, with Ravindra Jadeja scoring 10 runs off the final 2 balls against Mohit Sharma of Gujarat Titans to earn his team 5th title. While it was pure ecstasy for the Super Kings, the Titans unit was in complete despair after failing to defend the title with the narrowest of margins. Mohit Sharma, who conceded a six and a four on the final two balls of the match to Jadeja, admitted that he couldn’t sleep that night, thinking what he could’ve done differently.

In a chat with The Indian Express, Mohit spoke about his plans and preparation for the final over, which went as planned until the final two balls.

“My mind was very clear in what I wanted to do. In the nets, I had practiced such situations and I have been in such scenarios before too. So I said let me bowl all balls yorkers and was backing my instinct,” the Haryana speedster said.

“They wanted to know what will be plan of action. I said I will again try to bowl yorker. People are now saying this and that but frankly it has no meaning. I knew what I wanted to do,” he added.

WIth Shivam Dube and Ravindra Jadeja on strike, CSK could only score 3 runs from the first 4 balls. But, Jadeja sent the penultimate delivery straight down the ground for a six before hitting a four fine behind the stumps to complete the run-chase.

“I ran and tried to bowl (yorker) again. I just wanted to be focussed and back myself. Whole IPL I have done that. The ball landed where it shouldn’t have and Jadeja got his bat. I tried, I tried my best,” he says.

Having come into the team, literally from nowhere, Mohit truly had a comeback season that he would be remembered for a long time.

He said: “I couldn’t sleep. Sochta raha kya alag karta joh match jeet jaate. What if I could have bowled this ball or that ball? It’s not a nice feeling now. Somewhere something is missing but I’m trying to move on.”

“I was picked from nowhere. I remember speaking to Ani bhai (Anirudh Chaudhary, a veteran Haryana administrator) before the season what shall I do? Shall I continue or not. He had said I should try to play. I had come with no expectation and just have continued to work hard. My work ethic has remained the same. I don’t know what lies ahead, but I have enjoyed my journey,” the pacer went on to say.

[dhaliwalmanjit]

Jaat’s Leaning Towards Sikhism & "Jaat Land" Demand by Satyapal Malik - ...

[belajaripelajar]

60:8

لَّا يَنْهَىٰكُمُ ٱللَّهُ عَنِ ٱلَّذِينَ لَمْ يُقَـٰتِلُوكُمْ فِى ٱلدِّينِ وَلَمْ يُخْرِجُوكُم مِّن دِيَـٰرِكُمْ أَن تَبَرُّوهُمْ وَتُقْسِطُوٓا۟ إِلَيْهِمْ ۚ إِنَّ ٱللَّهَ يُحِبُّ ٱلْمُقْسِطِينَ ٨

Allah does not forbid you from dealing kindly and fairly with those who have neither fought nor driven you out of your homes. Surely Allah loves those who are fair.

La yanhakumu AllahuAAani allatheena lam yuqatilookum fee addeeniwalam yukhrijookum min diyarikum an tabarroohum watuqsitooilayhim inna Allaha yuhibbu almuqsiteen

5:32

مِنْ أَجْلِ ذَٰلِكَ كَتَبْنَا عَلَىٰ بَنِىٓ إِسْرَٰٓءِيلَ أَنَّهُۥ مَن قَتَلَ نَفْسًۢا بِغَيْرِ نَفْسٍ أَوْ فَسَادٍۢ فِى ٱلْأَرْضِ فَكَأَنَّمَا قَتَلَ ٱلنَّاسَ جَمِيعًۭا وَمَنْ أَحْيَاهَا فَكَأَنَّمَآ أَحْيَا ٱلنَّاسَ جَمِيعًۭا ۚ وَلَقَدْ جَآءَتْهُمْ رُسُلُنَا بِٱلْبَيِّنَـٰتِ ثُمَّ إِنَّ كَثِيرًۭا مِّنْهُم بَعْدَ ذَٰلِكَ فِى ٱلْأَرْضِ لَمُسْرِفُونَ ٣٢

That is why We ordained for the Children of Israel that whoever takes a life—unless as a punishment for murder or mischief in the land—it will be as if they killed all of humanity; and whoever saves a life, it will be as if they saved all of humanity.[1] ˹Although˺ Our messengers already came to them with clear proofs, many of them still transgressed afterwards through the land.

[1] Although this is addressed to the Children of Israel, it is applicable to everyone at all times.

Min ajli thalika katabna AAalabanee isra-eela annahu man qatala nafsan bighayri nafsinaw fasadin fee al-ardi fakaannama qatala annasajameeAAan waman ahyaha fakaannama ahyaannasa jameeAAan walaqad jaat-hum rusulunabilbayyinati thumma inna katheeran minhum baAAda thalikafee al-ardi lamusrifoon

[quransurahverses]

5:27

Relate to them in truth ˹O Prophet˺ the story of Adam’s two sons—how each offered a sacrifice: one’s offering was accepted while the other’s was not, so he threatened ˹his brother˺, “I will kill you!” His brother replied, “Allah only accepts ˹the offering˺ of the sincerely devout.

Watlu AAalayhim nabaa ibnay adamabilhaqqi ith qarraba qurbananfatuqubbila min ahadihima walam yutaqabbal mina al-akhariqala laaqtulannaka qala innama yataqabbaluAllahu mina almuttaqeen

5:28

If you raise your hand to kill me, I will not raise mine to kill you, because I fear Allah—the Lord of all worlds.

La-in basatta ilayya yadakalitaqtulanee ma ana bibasitin yadiyailayka li-aqtulaka innee akhafu Allaha rabba alAAalameen

5:29

I want to let you bear your sin against me along with your other sins, then you will be one of those destined to the Fire. And that is the reward of the wrongdoers.”

Innee oreedu an taboo-a bi-ithmee wa-ithmikafatakoona min as-habi annari wathalikajazao aththalimeen

5:30

Still, the other convinced himself to kill his own brother, so he killed him—becoming a loser.

FatawwaAAat lahu nafsuhu qatlaakheehi faqatalahu faasbaha mina alkhasireen

5:31

Then Allah sent a crow digging ˹a grave˺ in the ground ˹for a dead crow˺, in order to show him how to bury the corpse of his brother. He cried, “Alas! Have I ˹even˺ failed to be like this crow and bury the corpse of my brother?” So he became regretful.[1] 

[1] In Islam, regret for doing something wrong is essential for repentance. But in the case of Cain, his regret was not for killing his brother, but for failing to bury his corpse to hide the evidence of his crime. Therefore, his regret was not intended as a step towards repentance.

FabaAAatha Allahu ghuraban yabhathufee al-ardi liyuriyahu kayfa yuwaree saw-ataakheehi qala ya waylata aAAajaztu an akoonamithla hatha alghurabi faowariya saw-ataakhee faasbaha mina annadimeen

5:32

That is why We ordained for the Children of Israel that whoever takes a life—unless as a punishment for murder or mischief in the land—it will be as if they killed all of humanity; and whoever saves a life, it will be as if they saved all of humanity.[1] ˹Although˺ Our messengers already came to them with clear proofs, many of them still transgressed afterwards through the land.

[1] Although this is addressed to the Children of Israel, it is applicable to everyone at all times.

Min ajli thalika katabna AAalabanee isra-eela annahu man qatala nafsan bighayri nafsinaw fasadin fee al-ardi fakaannama qatala annasajameeAAan waman ahyaha fakaannama ahyaannasa jameeAAan walaqad jaat-hum rusulunabilbayyinati thumma inna katheeran minhum baAAda thalikafee al-ardi lamusrifoon

[nijjhar]

Punjabi - Christ = Satguru, the Preacher to your SOOKHSHUM Munn, mind is... Punjabi - Christ = Satguru, the Preacher to your SOOKHSHUM Munn, the mind is to be perceived, PAEKHNA. https://youtu.be/tag_nA4-5RQ It is called Harmandir or “Emmanuel” if you are not “greedy” according to Christ = Satguru Rajinder:- Nanak Hosi Bhi Sach – Nanak could be true. We have three moral teachers; Mother, Father and Brahmin of our ASTHOOL ROOP, the flesh. Brahmin leads people to works, Karma and that lands you in the next birth by Dharm Rai – KARMIN AAWAE KAPPRA – NEXT BIRTH, NADRIN MOOKH DWAR – WITH HIS GRACE, YOU ATTAIN SALVATION. But when you become the very Son of God, a Bhagat, then you are no more under Dharm Rai but become Eternal like your Supernatural Father. Bhagat Kabir Ji proclaimed, “BAHMIN HAE GURU JAGATT DAA; BHAGATAN KAA NAHI”. The Guru of Bhagattan is the Innerman, ANTTAR SATGURU, the very Spokesman of God or Son that represents Father. Such people who go by their own “Innerman” Christ = Satguru. Satguru has been defined by Christ Nanak:- SATT PURAKH JINN JANIA; SATGURU TISS KAA NAO. So, Nanak was a Satguru and not a Brahmin Guru, a moral teacher. He will educate us about our Supernatural Father in Ram Rajay where our supernatural soul counts and not the flesh and we have One Father and we are all Brethren whether in the flesh you are a man or a woman. Our Caste changes from by birth to by “KARMA” – SAE JAAT SAE PAAT; JEHO JAEHA KARM KAMANWNDAE. Hindu di Jaat Janum naal and that of a Sikh “Karma Naal”. Satguru Angad Dev Ji trained Sikhs of different tribes for Ram Rajay by burying the ego of their tribal seed to turn it into the “Fruit” bearing twice-born Plants. Thus, for making the people of different tribal fathers humble and solitary, Satguru Angad Dev Ji is called the “Corner Stone” of Sikhi Daa Dhurah – Axle. Then, such Sikhs of Surti were handed over to Satguru Amar Dev Ji who destroyed their doubts and urged them to be Gurmukh, sealed to serve God. They were capable of “Perceiving” the Satguru Amar Dev Ji through their own Innerman, Satguru. So, Nanak being the Anointed Satguru, people of the Ram Rajay could perceive him to be TRUE but not the others who address Nanak, a Moral Teacher “Guru”= Brahmin Guru of Jaggatt, a Ruler and not a Sewadaar. Satguru Nanak Dev Ji was the Second Coming of Christ Jesus and with Him came all the sacred places. This Harmandir Sahib used to be in Jerusalem and its Curtain was torn from top to Bottom by Christ Jesus. Now, they cannot build another one there as there is only One Harmandir, our physical body. In short, the moral teachers are “Seen” Mother, Father and Brahmin whilst the spiritual Preachers to your Sookhshum Munn, mind are Perceived through logical reasoning called “PAEKHNAA”. That is what Satguru Nanak proclaimed about this Dark Age:- “PAWANN ARANBHH, SATGUR MATT WAILA; SHABD GURU, SURATT DHUNN CHAELA. Our covenant of Law, dead Scriptures and Prophets finished with John, the Baptist and the Time of Christ has begun. Much more in my other videos. Living Islam of Living Allah is of the “Al-Kitab” that gets written over your own heart through "Logical Reasoning" by the Grace of our Supernatural Father of our supernatural “Soul” Al-Ilah = Allah. No son of your tribal father, Qom, "Ilah" no son of Supernatural Father Allah = INSHALLAH ISLAM. Only “fools” will believe in me and not in Allah. http://www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/JattIslam.htm NANAK HOSI BHI SACH. ASK, SEEK AND KNOCK. REAL SHARIAH-FREE ISLAM OF ALLAH - NOOR IN HONOUR OF ROYAL SHAH SHAMS TABRIZI. HUKUM RAZIAN CHALNA; NANAK LIKHYA NAAL. Sants of the Fourth Panth = Millatt are “Dass”. They are the Apostles residents of the Akal Takht but today, terrorists with Guns and swords are occupying it. Remember that Akal Takht is the Holiest of the Holy Takht for the spiritual rule over the hearts of the people. Next to the Apostles are the Khalsas of the Third Panth and are of the “Singh” surnames, Gotras. And Christ Nanak was the Second Coming of Satguru Jesus, the “Christ = Satguru” and not a Brahmin “Guru” of the world – BRAHMIN HAE “GURU” JAGATT DAA; BHAGTAN KAA NAHI. The greedy Khatris have messed up the devotees so much that they did not know the First and the Second Panths. http://www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/tenlights.htm Akal Takht for the Roving Apostles, NIRMALLAE SANTS and Harmandir Sahib for the Sikh Bhagtan are occupied by TERRORISTS. https://youtu.be/QasTTQLRs28 Punjabi - What should a Sikh Temple and Church flag be like? The flag should signify SHAMS CANDLE of the Menorah. https://youtu.be/vlr7HOOzrDc Real Islam https://youtu.be/gSwPvK3B4rg The Sons of Allah "Sufi Muslims" go by the Al-Kitab. Allah is "NOOR", Spirit, you cannot apply Shariah on Noor. https://youtu.be/LyAx7F6GeuQ MUSSALLMAN = GURMUKH SIKH. https://youtu.be/7VmQG3ew19E That is why the Gurmukh Sikh Pir Mian Mir Ji was invited to lay the FOUNDATION STONE OF HARMANDIR SAHIB. EXPOSES the CROOK KHATRIS:- Punjab Siyan. John's baptism:- www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/johnsig.pdf Trinity:- www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/trinity.pdf

[harendra-panwar]

पुलामा हमले में शहीद हुए वीर जवानों को भावपूर्ण श्रद्धांजलि जय हिन्द 🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳 🙏🙏 #blackday (at Jaat Land) https://www.instagram.com/p/CooO6sAyjfK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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यूपी चुनाव का गुणा-गणित तथा जमीनी हकीकत

यूपी चुनाव का गुणा-गणित तथा जमीनी हकीकत

उत्तर प्रदेश में आधी से ज्यादा सीटों पर पांच चरणों में मतदान की प्रक्रिया समाप्त हो चुकी है। इन चरणों में आम जनता ने खुलकर मंहगी बिजली, खाद्य, बीज के साथ-साथ बढ़ी हुई बेरोजगारी एवं राजनीतिक भागीदारी पर खुलकर अपनी बात रखी। हालांकि, गरीब, दलित व वंचित तबके के स्थानीय मुद्दों को दरकिनार कर मेनस्ट्रीम मीडिया अखिलेश बनाम योगी के नाम का जाप करती दिखाई दे रही है। प्रथम चरण के प्रमुख चुनावी मुद्दे अगर…

[generalforall]

Best places you can go to if you visit nearby Delhi and want to experience something new related to history and cultur

[drethanramslay]

A funny thing called Fate: Chapter 2

Pairing: Bryce X MC (Aisha Khurrana)

Word Count: 4.6 K words (yeah yeah its more than usual)

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

Warning: None, just some cursing

Author’s note: The next chapter is here and it is in Aisha’s POV!!

I decided to take part in @choicesseptemberchallenge20​ and the prompt is heaven which you will find in bold. 

TERMS THAT YOU NEED TO KNOW:

- IIT, Delhi: It’s one of the most premier institute for engineering in India. Delhi campus is said to be the best one in the country. The majority of the Indian CEO’s like Google, at least have a degree of IIT under their belt. 

-ku'uipo: Sweetheart

-'Ae: Yes

- Beta padhai par dhyaan do, dost aate jaate hai: Child, focus on your studies, friends come and go (TBH this is the one line which maximum desi kids have heard while growing up. That's why we can be uh.. awkward in making new friends lol)

-Main kya gadhi hoon: I'm such a dumbass (side note: gadhi (female) actually means donkey in hindi)

-Duniya main maine itna bada gaandu kabhi dekha nahi hai maine: I have not seen a bigger asshole than this guy. (yes I love swearing in hindi and what about it)

Forgive me if i made any errors

10 YEARS AGO- AISHA'S POV

My fingers ran against the spines of the book, my head tilted as I searched for a new book to dive into.

"Found anything of your liking, Aisha?" Tina, the librarian asked, her kind eyes twinkling. The old librarian loved me because I always helped around in sorting the books or with checkout. She suggested that if I were to help her, she would pay me so I decided why not?

But the lack of people coming to the library and their constant need to be fake on social media, flexing about their looks instead of textbooks often left the library empty which consequently resulted in free time.

Not that I minded.

In that free time I would either catch up on my study assignments or I would read the books recently added to the collection be it fiction, politics, history, astronomy... I wasn't picky about the genres.

But lately, my attention is being drawn to medical journals and textbooks. Yes, I'm 16 and that its definitely not people my age do but, to be the person balancing on the tightrope between life and death, the person who stands between existence and heaven... it's just a beautiful paradox that I can't help be captivated by the concept.

That and my strengths are biology and chemistry so its just an added plus. So, I definitely dream of being a world class doctor. 

Not to brag, but I know all the pulse points in the body and can name the bones of the skull in my sleep. My parents don't know that because... let's say there is a reason why I stay out of home for the majority of the day.

Are we again going to go over this? I am sick and tired of your fucking indiscipline. How I wish you could be more like Aditya... Mama's voice rung in my ears which made me close my eyes and take a shuddering breath.

Now is not the time to think about how awful you are. I repeated it in my head like a mantra, making it a point to message my brother and rant about the newest development.

Despite our parents trying to pit me against bhaiya, we were thick as thieves. We always had each other's backs and we're there to cheer each other up. Whenever our parents would scream at any of us, we would wait until they fell asleep to do something to lift the other person up. Midnight feasts, movie binge or just cuddling and imagining a future where we were away from them... That always managed to cheer me up and I knew bhaiya enjoyed it too.

I don't think we fought that much either because we were pretty close in age, with only three and a half years difference. We are pretty like-minded and scientifically inclined only he was interested in computer engineering while I was fascinated by the engineering of the human body.

It sucked that he is in IIT, Delhi while I'm so far away. We still manage to video call irrespective of the time zones but it is not the same as having the comfort of your older brother.

"I think I will take this." I handed her a battered copy of Gray's anatomy.

Tina just gave a knowing smile and I checked out. I headed to the nearby Fleming Beach Park, which is one of the most popular beaches in Maui. It was a five-minute walk from the library and the majority of the school population used to come here to hang out in the evenings.

Not that I was paying any attention to my oblivious classmates.

I headed to Kimo's Beach Shack and the owner gave me a gentle smile.

"What will it be, ku'uipo? The usual?" They asked as they wiped their hand on the dishtowel.

"'Ae." I smiled at them and they started making my favourite drink- Strawberry milkshake.

Precariously balancing my bag, the drink in one hand and my wrist-thick library book under the armpit of my other hand, I headed to the quieter side of the beach, away from the raucous.

I settle down under the shade of the palm trees and lean back against the rocks, taking in the view around me. I could see people from my school roaming around in their swimming suits either playing volleyball or surfing. As I sipped my milkshake (looking like an absolute loner, must I add) my eyes drifted to their happy faces as the joked around, laughing and having fun with their friends.

The two concepts that are so unfamiliar to me.

When I was back in India, I had a good group of friends who I would hang out with and play basketball with. It was good but shifting to a new place can strain those relationships. I do follow them on social media but seeing them enjoying and doing the things which we used to do together, it causes my heart to ache.

And I never really tried making friends here in Maui because a) The people here didn't consider me as one of them and b) My parents kept on saying it is temporary so there was no point focusing on that. Beta padhai par dhyaan do, dost aate jaate hai. My dad told me the one night I decided to express my excessive loneliness.

Thanks papa, real helpful. I shook my head, sipping my drink as I carefully opened my library book.

"You look sad." A childish voice spoke up breaking me out from my melancholy. I looked up and saw a four-year-old girl, her doe-like eyes staring down at me. She was wearing a pink summer dress and a cute bow hairband, taming her light brown hair.

"Huh?"

"You look sad... and lonely."

"I am okay, keiki... Don't worry."

The kid's eyebrows furrowed with confusion. "How did you know my name?"

My eyes widened. In the two years in Hawaii, I had learnt a little bit of Hawaiian and spoke in bits and pieces. And I'm pretty sure keiki meant 'child' in Hawaiian so you could imagine the shock I felt when her name was the literal translation of child.

Who the fuck names their child... child?

"A lucky guess. It is nice to meet you Keiki." She moved her hand forward and Keiki's hand clutched my big hand with her small ones shaking it. Her hand was as big as my palm.

"What's your name?" Keikie asked as she sat down next to me.

"I'm Aisha. And, what are you doing here all alone?"

"I came with my elder brother but he and his friends were playing and he forgot his promise to build a sandcastle with me. So I just went walking." She huffed and crossed her short arms across her chest.

"Well, your brother would be worried about you, won't he?" I asked as her eyes scan the crowd, looking for a guy who remotely looks like my little companion.

"Well, I think that's a go-good puni-shi-ment for him." She struggled with the big word.

Aisha chuckled and soon Keiki's giggles joined hers.

"You remind me of the times when I used to bother my elder brother like that. He would get so mad."

"Where is he now?" She asked as her hands fisted the sand, her eyes moving to look at the brunette.

"Well, he is in university, in a completely different country."

"Do you miss him?"

"A lot." I sighed. Her puppy eyes met mine and she reached to hold my elbow. I smiled down at her, appreciating the gesture. She opened her mouth to ask me more questions when we heard a commotion.

"KEIKI!! There you are!" A shout wafted towards us, interrupting Keiki. I saw a tall guy jogging towards us and when my eyes landed on him, I immediately recognized him.

Bryce Lahela. The golden boy of my school, with girls and guys falling for him, left, right, centre. And right now, he was approaching me completely shirtless, his abs glistening in the evening sun. He had a Polynesian tattoo wrapping around his left bicep and ending a little below his collarbone which had me feeling... uh thirsty?

Cool, cool, cool, just act like yourself.

Yeah as if that's helped you deal with your awkwardness. Her conscience snarked at her.

“Shut up.” I muttered to myself. But, I wasn’t subtle enough and Bryce turned towards me, a weird look in his eyes.

Off to a great start, Aisha. Keep up the good work. I mentally groaned as I went back to reading my library book. 

"Thank god Keiki you are okay... I was so worried." He kneeled and hugged her, immediately forgetting my weird mumblings. I could feel the body heat emanating from him and suddenly, the anatomy of the kidney seemed more interesting than the hot guy beside me.

"Its okay Bryce. I was talking to my new friend." Keiki squeaked as she pulled away from the hug, two sets of hazel eyes staring at me now.

My eyes widened and I subconsciously reached to push my glasses up my nose, feeling the back of my neck heating up.

"Well, thank you so much." His voice reverberated and I swear I felt as if I would combust at the spot.

I looked up and shot a tiny smile. "No worries. Keiki here makes a nice study buddy."

I internally smacked my head. Study buddy? Really? Who uses that term now?

"Of course. Daddy says that I'm a beauty with brains." She said with a smug smile.

"Well, that's the one thing that I agree with dad," Bryce said as he settled down on her other side. The one feet distance enabled my mind to resume working.

I smiled down at Keiki and I found that Bryce was looking at me intently.

O... okay?

"Wait... You go to my school right? Lahainaluna High School?"

I nodded my head. I was about to introduce myself when his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

He was snapping his fingers when his face lightened up with recognition. "You are Aisha, right? The newbie who joined us last year I was in your chemistry class last year."

The drink almost fell from my hand and I had to clutch it tighter to prevent myself from making a bigger mess. Clearing my throat I smiled nervously. "Yeah, that's me. You are Bryce, right? You are on the basketball team, right?"

"You know me?" He asked, shocked and I could hardly stop myself from rolling my eyes.

"Duh?! You are Mr. Popular with really good looks and either people love you or hate you." I rambled off.

A small smile played on his lips. "And which category would you belong too? The love or hate category?"

I gave a shy smile. "Let's just say I'm on neutral grounds. Give me a good reason why I should like you."

"Because of my dashing looks? My tattoo?" He stretched his hands wide, gesturing towards himself. His hair caught the evening light, making it look like a halo. His hazel eyes had flecks of gold which threatened to drown me but before I could get lost in his sheer beauty, I shook my head to snap out of the daze of his presence and gave a mocking sigh.

"Aaaannnndd, he is just like other dumb jocks who is overly obsessed with his looks. Why are they all the same?"

Keiki put her hand sympathetically on my lap. "Don't worry Ash. I don't like Bryce when he talks about his looks either."

Bryce gasped. "Keiki you are breaking my heart."

"Good."

He reached for her and started tickling her which made her squeal with laughter. I had to get up so that the sand doesn't get on me, laughing at the sight. "Brryyccee!! Stopp!!"

"Not until you tell me I'm the best brother in the world."

Gasping for breath with tears in her eyes, Keiki breathed out in defeat. "Okay, okay. You are the best... brother in... the world."

Bryce pulled back a grin playing on his lips.

"Good."

My phone rang and I saw Mama's name flash on the screen which made me sigh.

"Your mom?" Bryce asked.

"Yep. should reach home before she turns into momzilla." We chuckled as I put my book into my bag.

"Bye Keiki, it was nice talking to you."

"Bye Ash. I like you. Can we make sandcastles next time?" I laughed and nodded, "Sure sweetie."

"Where is my goodbye?" Bryce pouted.

I rolled her eyes. "Bye Bryce. See you around."

And with that, I turned on her heel, and walked home, feeling much better.

PRESENT

Aisha felt like banging her head against the wall of the hospital out of utter embarrassment. In the span of 7 hours, she had pissed off her superior, met her ex from ten years ago, got stuck with a partner who hardly did anything and now managed to embarrass herself yet again in front of her role model.

Rookie... Are you hiding from me? The way Dr. Ramsey had an eyebrow raised, as if to question why she was hiding behind another intern and the appalled expression as she stumbled over her words were forever imprinted in her mind.

Not my brightest moment. Aisha recollected as she sighed at the way she stuttered and finally came up with an excuse.

I'm doing charts. She mocked herself as she shook her head. There was a table right next to me!! I could have come up with anything but that weak ass excuse.

And she had always dreamed that if she were to meet Bryce in real life, she would definitely insult the fuck out of him and then for the finishing stroke, she would probably punch him in his handsome face or kick him in the crown jewels.

But sadly, you seldom get the things you wish for.

I don't have time for this - Main kya gadhi hoon. She mentally groaned as she tried to shut off the part of her brain which was so hell-bent on making her feel humiliated.

She entered Annie's room to find her curled up in her bed, playing idly with her phone. She perked up a little when she saw Aisha, forcing a smile on her face.

"Oh. Hi, Dr. Khurrana."

"I just came by to see how you're feeling Annie."

Annie shrugged. "The same. The nurse came by and gave me some medication a little while ago.."

Opening Annie's chart she checked. "Yeah, antibiotics. It's too soon to see any improvement yet, but hopefully, we'll see some results soon."

Aisha was about to turn on her heel and leave when she heard Annie's small voice. "hey, could you stay awhile? It's... kinda lonely, being here all on my own."

Aisha gave an empathetic smile and reached to sit down on the chair near her bed. "Of course I can."

"Thank you once again doc."

"No, thank you. I haven't been off my feet since I got out of bed this morning. So Annie," Aisha leaned forward, "what are you studying?"

Annie blinked as if she was confused by the question. She took a couple of heavy breaths before attempting to answer.

"My master's is in... English... but my... my..." She swayed, her voice woozy as she tried to finish her sentence.

Aisha was on alert. "Annie, are you feeling okay?" She asked as she felt her pulse which was dropping before Annie passed out.

The heart rate monitor sounded a long, flat tone as her heart stopped.

"OH MY GOD!! Code blue, I need some help here!!" Aisha shouted, pressing the button near her bed.

"C'mon Annie stay with me." As Aisha stood on the nearby stool, performing CPR as she waited for the code team to arrive.

"Aisha?!" Jackie's shocked voice made her lookup.

"Jackie, where is the code team?"

"Room 502 called a code blue just before you. Just keep up with CPR. They'll get to you when they can!"

Aisha's eyes flashed. "That could be too late!! Help me, Jackie we are losing her fast."

"What were her symptoms?" Jackie asked as she snapped on the latex gloves and moved towards the bed.

"Symptoms were headache and nausea. Started during her vacation to Indonesia. Aurora and I did a blood workup and gave her cefpodoxime." Aisha opened the gown and Jackie's eyes narrowed in on the rash rapidly spreading on the side of the body.

"She is breaking in hives. She is in anaphylactic shock!"

"Now that I think about it, it may be because of her allergy to the antibiotics I gave... I had fucking asked her, dammit." Guilt made her chest heavy.

Jackie's face turned into a scowl as she wheeled the defibrillator cart closer. "It doesn't matter whose fault it is. This girl needs you now! We have to get her heart started ourselves."

Aisha nodded as she opened Annie's gown, baring her chest. She took a steadying breath. You have done this numerous times in AIIMS, you can do this.

Taking the paddles, she placed one paddle on the right side, beneath her collarbone and the other paddle on the left side, just beneath her armpit.

A small impressive smile made its way on Jackie's lips. "Good, now set the charge."

"Charging to 300 volts... Clear!"

Annie's body spasmed as the paddles discharged. Keeping them aside, Aisha resumed her compressions on Annie's chest.

C'mon Annie... You can do this... Come back to me. Aisha prayed.

The monitor beeped twice before Annie's heartbeat returned, accelerated but constant.

She let out a sigh of breath as she bent over the bed. Jackie clapped her back. "You are soooo lucky."

"Shut up. Now just give her an epinephrine injection and intubate while I maintain compression."

Jackie nodded her head and Aisha shot a grateful smile as she continued her compressions, her hands aching.

"What the hell is going on in here, Rookie?"

Yikes. Aisha winced at the tone and looked up to find Dr. Ramsey glaring from the doorway.

Time to own up, buddy. She sighed and spoke up. "Dr. Ramsey, she was allergic to the antibiotics I prescribed.

She couldn't gauge his reaction from so far away. "Well... at least you are taking responsibility. Sometimes patients don't know about their own allergies. That's why you always have to be cautious."

Jackie injected the epinephrine pen into Annie's tight. Still unconscious, Annie took a shuddering gasp of air.

"And now we intubate."

"Excellent work, Doctor...?"

A self-satisfied smile made its way on Jackie's face. "Varma."

"You were assigned to this case?"

"No, I was passing and I hear Dr. Khurrana calling a code blue."

A smile made its way on his face which shocked Aisha. This man voluntarily uses his facial muscles to smile? I wouldn't have known. "The patient's very lucky you were here. I'm not confident Dr. Khurrana could have handled this alone."

Now, wait a damn minute... Aisha clenched her jaw. This wasn't her first time she was getting insulted and yeah it was called for but it didn't help her feel any better either.

Jackie bit her lip and glanced at Aisha, which Aisha pointedly ignored. Watch her jump at the opportunity in 3...2...1

"Thank you. Just doing my job, Dr. Ramsey."

There it is.

Gulping down her annoyance, Aisha spoke up. "Dr. Varma really bailed me out." Aisha turned towards Jackie and nodded stiffly. "Thank you, Dr. Varma."

Jackie tried to read her, guilt swimming in her eyes.

She should be guilty, she took the credit of the save when I was the one calling the shots.

"...Anytime."

Fuck you. She narrowed her eyes slightly which made Jackie wince.

Luckily, Dr. Ramsey gave Jackie an out. "Dr. Varma, you should return to your patients."

A relieved smile made its way on her face. "Yes, Doctor." Throwing a backward glance towards Aisha, she walked out.

Dr. Ramsey swivelled towards Aisha, his face drawn tight with annoyance. "And you... you need to have a long hard think about whether or not you're ready to be here. It doesn't matter that it's your first day, or that you're still learning. Whether this girl lives or dies is on you. Is that clear?"

"Crystal, Dr. Ramsey."

"You still have no idea what's wrong with her, and your first attempt nearly killed her. This is the real world. No room for mista--"

"Hi, Dr. Ramsey? Sorry to interrupt." A short Asian intern interrupted him and Aisha let out a small sigh of relief.

This guy would give my parents a run for their money. Why do I meet assholes everywhere I go?

"For the love of God, what now?"

"One of the nurses told me... that one of the other interns told them... that one of the doctors said..."

Dr. Ramsey certainly didn't enjoy beating around the bush. With a biting voice, sharp enough to make both Aisha and the intern to flinch, he commanded. "Skip to the point."

"Dr. Toussaint needs to see you urgently." She rushed.

Dr. Ramsey pinched the bridge of his nose, muttered something about 'interns' under his breath.

Straightening his coat, who gave pointedly glanced at Aisha. "Remember what I said, Rookie. Next time I see you, you'd better have solved the case." He turned on his feet and stormed out making the petite intern jump.  

Aisha stepped out into the hall with the intern, leaned against the wall and let out a sigh.

"Thank god for Dr. Toussaint. I swear if he wouldn't have called, Dr. Ramsey would have burst a vein or something."

The intern leaned against the wall adjacent to Aisha. "Yeah... Too bad he doesn't actually need to see Dr. Ramsey."

Aisha's eyes widened and she turned to stare at the other intern. "Huh?"

"I made it up! I could hear Ramsey chewing you out halfway down the hall, I figured you might need a save."

Oh my god, that is the sweetest thing anyone has done for me.

Aisha smiled brightly. "Thank you so much. I really appreciate it. But you could get in serious trouble if he realizes it."

She shrugged with a cheeky grin. "If. Besides, I'm tougher than I look. I'm Sienna by the way. Or Dr. Trinh. Whichever floats your boat."

"I'm Aisha Khurrana. Thanks again." Aisha's pager beeped and she looked down and sighed. "As fun as our little adventure was, I need to get back to work. Nice talking to you Sienna and once again, thanks for the save."

"Bye, hope you solve the case. Also, wait! I heard all the doctors hang out at this bar called Donahue's. I think, just down the street. Apparently, it's like the place to go and decompress after a long shift. Wanna come?"

"Sure!! If only I survive my first shift."

Sienna gave a brilliant smile. "Assuming you live through the next few hours, I'll meet you in the atrium after we clock out."

And Aisha got back to work, tending to her other patients but Annie's unconscious face kept on flashing behind her eyelids and Ramsey's words echoed in her head, like a broken tape recorder.

You need to have a long hard think about whether or not you're ready to be here.

She took a shuddering breath, doubt slipping into her mind, making her question everything she did. Every patient she treated and every prescription she signed.

Am I really cut out for this?

She tried to stop the rising anxiety but it still continued to swell in her like a balloon. Her throat began to dry up and it felt as if the weight on her chest didn't allow her to breathe.

Oh god, it's happening.

Feeling like she was on the verge of a breakdown, she ducked into a dark supply closet so nobody could see her while she tried to pull herself together.

It's okay. You worked your way through med school to get here. You are worthy. She chanted, taking in gulps of air.

It had hardly been a minute when the door suddenly opened and she heard footsteps.

Aisha internally groaned in annoyance. "Get in or get out. Just quit holding the door." She turned around and saw Bryce.

Oh fuck.

He nervously cleared his throat and walked towards her, maintaining his distance. "I feel like I'm interrupting something. Are... are you okay?"

Thanks to the dark, he couldn't see her tear rimmed eyes. Sighing loudly she untied her hair and ran her fingers through it, something she often did when she felt like her life was on the verge of falling apart.

"Nothing. I'm just looking for something." She tried to speak in a sharp tone but it just sounded like her voice was cracking.

She knew that Bryce had definitely heard how close she was to crying. Concern laced his voice. "Hey, I know when we met I was nothing but a dumb, self-obsessed jock but it's different now. I... I know you are not okay. Want to talk about it? Or vent?"

Goddamit Bryce. "Fine! I almost killed my first patient and I fucking swear to god I saw my career flash before my eyes. But it was lowkey my fault. I should have checked for allergies. But I tried fixing my error by calling the shots and Jackie helped me. BUT that's not it! Instead of being a humble person, Jackie swoops in and takes the credit of my save and Dr. Ramsey just goes on congratulating her as if she won some fucking AMA Award-"

"Aisha, breathe."

Taking a lungful of air she continued. "- And don't even get me started on Dr. Ethan Freaking Ramsey. Duniya main maine itna bada gaandu kabhi dekha nahi hai maine. What a dick!! He should get fucking laid to work off all his anger issues-"

Bryce snorted but didn't dare to interrupt Aisha. From the short time they dated, he knew better than to interrupt her mid-rant, it only managed to instigate her.

Another deep breathe. "- Boy does he manage to make me doubt myself in every step of the way like am I worthy of being here? I mean, I threw my heart and soul into med school because I wanted to be the best doctor out there but dammit I don't think I am ready."

When he made sure she wasn't going to launch into a new roast session, he spoke up. "Wow. You managed so many years of med school, but eight hours into the shift and you're surrendering? Didn't take you for a quitter."

Excuse me? Aisha's eyes narrowed.

"You don't know me anymore Bryce. The Aisha you dated is long gone and dead." She said in a low voice.

He shrugged. "True, but I know that you still have the fire in you to do what you love the most. C'mon, you have dealt with worse but yet you are here, standing tall. This is just temporary. I know you can pick yourself back up and break down all the obstacles in front of you."

She looked up at Bryce, only able to see the faint outline of his body. He still was the same- tall, well built and with really good hair. "No offence but... you used to be the guy who would wet himself during chemistry practicals, what happened to make you so...?" She gestured her hand at him, accidentally hitting his hand.

He hesitated. "As you said, things changed and you don't know me anymore Aisha."

"Fair enough."

The lack of space and the awkward silence just fueled the tension between them. She could feel his converse bumping into her shoes and the heated gaze on her face.

There used to be a time when Aisha and Bryce would talk for hours on end and they never ran out of topics to talk about. Be it something as lame as which is the superior flavour of ice cream or as deep as life after death.

Look at us now... Aisha thought to herself, gulping.

Her hair fell on her face as she averted her eyes, unable to come up with something to talk about. Bryce's hand involuntary reached to push back the rebel strands behind her ear, his hands caressing her cheek in the process. It felt as if electric sparks shot up her cheeks, making her blush.

Bryce opened his mouth. "Aisha-"

The door opened and she heard a feminine voice. "Bryce I saw you giving me the look so I decided to join you-"

A woman walked around the corner of the help and Aisha's jaw dropped. It was not because she was shocked that he was dating, he could screw the entire hospital for all she cared but, no... she was topless.

"Oh." The unknown woman placed her hands beside her.

"Sam-" Bryce began and Aisha spoke up at the same time. "I was just-"

The confusion was interrupted again when the closet door opened again and a senior resident stood before them, aghast. "What is going on over here?"

"Oh fuck." The expletive spilt from Aisha's lips.

The topless woman, whose name apparently was Sam, quipped in. "Yeah what she said."

Well, this is totally not awkward.

AUTHOR”S NOTE #2:

Number one, yeah I dragged PB a bit in regards to Keiki’s name.. PB do your research challenge 🙄

Number two, okay so about the tattoo part, me and @bratzlahela​ were just talking about Bryce having Polynesian tattoos based on this post and I had to integrate it in my series lol

This is something I imagined 🤭

Number 3, Also I tried to change up the scene a bit with Jackie because tbh, Aisha is pretty fucking smart and she won’t be like “Boo-hoo. I don’t know anything” And about the part where she spoke about using the defibrillator numerous times in AIIMS, In India the medical education is a little more hands-on and focuses more on clinical practice rather than theory. Medical students from first year start doing ward duty and help around in the hospitals taking patient history, etc. Also, they have a mandatory year of internship without which you don’t get your license.  

Number 4, So about that supply closet scene, how many of y’all thought would you get a make out sesh?

If yes, here is your clown wig 🤡

Number 5, AND CAN WE TALK ABOUT TODDLER KEIKI I SWEAR I WAS JUST GUSHING THE ENTIRE TIME 🥺

Lastly, IT PHYSICALLY HURT ME TO ROAST ETHAN LIKE IM SO SORRY SWEETIE 😭🥺🤧

This was a pretty long author’s note heheheh

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[kunalkarankapoor]

Count Down begins. Lines dedicated to Kunal Karan Kapoor.

The entire world & soul will praise infront of my precious love KUNAL❤!.. Still I could feel mine only king's touches from bottom of my heart❤!... How can I convince my heart that you're the one step ahead of it's origin value❤!... My wishes arounds to see YOU!...But, you surrounding me strongly with your's moments & thoughts❤!... I try to make sense on getting feel on YOU!...But, you simply burrying me with your silent smile❤!... Even though!... My words are getting love on YOU❤ while I examined you so far!... Since, they aren't even shown that to me🤷🏻‍♀️😉!... The await of each & every second being so deep in mind!... at peak of longing!... dump of words!... slave of love!... struggle of expectations!... like living your girl's only needy is your's only happiness!... Enough atmost Lifetime Forever❤!...In fact when I starts writing... not only ME, & also your's memories too carrying within ME!... Thinking of you makes some every shy to core of happieness!... Those happy tears near my eyes are emerging for the longiness that when do gonna I met YOU❤!... Being so like your's memories and traveling within me as your shadow❤!... Such goodness of my man'skind of that Day!... that wristdrops!... that minute!... that second!... that momental arise of unconditional excitement!... Don't know how could I praise to make him come again into this world by the provisions entire diversity of both galaxy & earth discovered a brilliance of treasure for me❤!... Gows Hoiiiii Jaaannnn💕!... Happiest Birthday to U💛!... I wish to be by Urside but still my heartyyyy wishes to you Jaan💝!... Alwayz Lotz of love from Ur Gows💞 Dearest Kunalkarankapoor Jhi💗...

Ye dil dhadakta hai Sirf tumhara he naam pukarta hai Tum ane wale ho sunkar Bechain humesha rehta hai Kho baithi hu hosh mere Tere dil ke aahat sunne keliye..... Kya hoga mera mera dil ka Jab tum mere same honge... Boddu Sowmya

I dedicate this shayari to Kunal and only kunal as he is very close to my heart. Call a fan or a person who is impressed to this extent.... It brings smile on my face all the time. He stays with me.. and does always get along.. Helped me deal with life at difficult times. I can proudly say he's there for me, say it in imagination but yeah he is there. I see him as a - * Best Friend when I need a shoulder * Soul Mate who matches my temperament * Stranger who don't judge * Father Figure who can give me guidance * And all above I see him as a inspiration filled with love and passion I have no idea how I will react when I see him, so this is to Kunal explaining my HAAl E DIL

Yaaden Bahut door tak jaate hai , yaando ke keenare, phir kyon puraanee yaando me subah se shaam kare . maana ik kamee see hai , jindagee thamee see hain , par kyon dil kee dhadakanon ko aur tez karen !! mil hee jaega jeene ka koi naya bahaana , aao zara itmeenaan se kunal ji ka intazaar kare🙏 Written by Laxmi.

Kahaani hai ekk prodigy ki, jiska naam hai Kunal Jisne hazaaron fans ka dil jeeta, karke acting bemisaal 22 August 1982 ko, dharti pe utar aaya, 2004 mein "Remix" mein apna jaadu phailaya Left Right Left mein Yudi ka kirdaar khoob nibhaya Monty, Sukhi, Angad aur Amrik banke naam kamaya Mohan banke usne sabka dil churaaya Chawanni ka Spidreman banke kabhi hasaya, kabhi rulaya Mirchi Madam se ladkar kabhi masti ka dose dilaya Toh kabhi Megha ke baal kholkar hawa mein ishq millaya "Chawanni ki ghanti" wale scenes mein sabko aise dost ke liye tarsaaya "Yaadon mein kitni dafa" kehkar sabka dil dhadkaya Mohan banke jahan usne pyaar ka ehsaas karaya Wahin Vaasu bankar usne sabko thoda daraaya 😉 NBT se usey apni mehnat ka phal mil paaya Mohan Bhatnagar ne usey Indian Telly Award dilaaya Shaurya, Krishna, Mohit - Har kirdaar ko usne apnaaya Aur apni extraordinary acting se khud ko humare dil mein basaya Aapke hazaaro fans ki taraf se, aapko dher saara pyaar❤️ Aapko mile har kadam pe Aapko mile har kadam pe kamyaabi, "Talent ka Bhandaar"! 

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Tumhe or kya de hum dua ke sivay tumko hamari umar lag jaye.

Madhu Sharma

Duniya mein hote hain bahut actor par tum sa nahi,chhote se mere is dil mein only  hai too, jeeta rahe jo sadiyon sadiyon tak vah ped hai too ,yahi khuda se dua hai meree only for you, Sadiyon sadiyon tak too khush rahe ,tandurust rahe aabaad rahe, happy birthday Kunal ji one's again to 👉you 🎂🎈. your best fan Laxm

Aab kya hi batau main tumahare baare mein Kaise bayan karun kya lagte ho tum mere Waise toh rehtein ho milo dur mujhse Par phir bhi har baar aapni haasi se mere musafir dil ko ghar ka sukoon de jaate ho. Aab kya hi batau main tumhare baare mein Tumhari khoobsurti ko sabdon mein bayan karu itna hoonar toh hain nahi mujhme Bas itna bata sakta hun ki tumhare ankhon ke samundar mein koh jaana mujhe pasand hain Apne masroof zindagi se do pal nikal ke mujhe tumhara tasfir niharna behad pasand hain. Tum sukoon ho mere dil ki Bas aur kya batau main tumahare baare mein. @happy_escapism

You have come like sunshine into my darkest nights and scariest dreams. You have brought reason and happiness into my otherwise meaningless existence. You have come like a compass into my directionless and aimless expedition through the obstacles of life. You have brought laughter and conversation into my dull and silent evenings. There's nothing more to be said, just that your arms' comfort is the heaven I crave. Just a glimpse of you makes me feel happy, Kunal. Happy birthday 🎂🥳🎉🎊💐 Keep spreading joy, just the way you have and may you always shine so bright and brighter😊❤❤❤ priyark31

Janmadin ka ye lamha mubaarak ho aapako , khushiyon ka ye lamha mubaarak ho aapako,aane waala kal laaye, aapake liye khushiyaan hazaar aur ,Woh khushiyaan mubaarak ho aapako ,ho pooree dil kee har khvaahish aapakee ,aur mile khushiyon ka jahaan aapako , agar aap maange aasamaan ka ek taara, toh eshwar de ,de saara aasamaan aapako ! kaise karoon shukriya eshwar ko ish din ke liye, jisane tumhen dharatee par bheja hamaare liye , ish janmadin par kuch aur to nahin de sakatee , bas meree har dua hai teree lambee umr ke liye !Wish you happy birthday My sweetest @kunalkarankapoor🌹                       Your best fan laxmi.                            

Kunal ji ki Maasumiyat se bharee ye muskaan,Fens ki khushee ki hai jaan.Hothon  mein chhupee rahatee hai ye mithi si muskaan,Jeevan ki har uljhan ko  sulajhaatee hai ye muskaan,ruth jaye jab hamse  koi apana ,toh usako manaane  mein shaamil hotee hai ye muskaan.Nirash bharee jeevan mein aasha ki kiran hai ye muskaan,Meri antim shabdon me mai  Laxmi ye kahungi,Mere king of hearts 💗muskuraate raho, Har pal, subah aur shaam, Aap kee muskaan hee hai ,ham fans ki jaan,Wish you happy birthday 🎉🎂🎉 kunal ji.Your best fan Laxmi 🙏🌹.

My life had never known sunshine n warmth until you walked into it. Ur the most important person in my life...and will always be. I love you so much. May your birthday be blessed with all the good things in the world. Happy birthday dearest ķunal. Dusky

My favourite earthling! When I look in your eyes, I see a beautiful soul I never believed in soul mates, until I saw you Wondering if you're here, who is running the heaven ? Ruling my heart like a King, you sweet human I would never play hide and seek with you anytime Impossible to find a man like you, my favourite Everytime I look at you, everyone else disappears No wonder the sky is dark, all colours are in your eyes You and me are a kind of thing, my everything Besides chocolates, you're the sweetest earthling ! Pritthy Chandramohan

நீயும் நானும் ஒரே மொழியைத்தான் பேசுகி��ோம்

ஆனால் நீ பேசுகிற விசயங்கள்

எனக்கு புரியமாட்டேன் என்கிறது

நீயும் நானும் ஒரே நிலத்தில்தான்

வாழ்ந்துகொண்டிருக்கிறோம்

ஆனால் உனக்கும் எனக்கும்

எப்படி வேறு வேறு திசைகளாகிறது

நீ முழுநேரமும் செய்கிற வேலையை

எனக்கும் பரிந்துரைக்கிறாய்

என்னால் அதை பொழுது போக்குக்காக

கூட செய்யமுடியவில்லை

நீ வியந்துசொல்கிற விசயங்கள் ஒவ்வொன்றுமே

என் கண்களால் இயல்பான

ஒன்றாக கூட பார்க்கமுடியவில்லை

இருக்கட்டும் அன்பே

உன் மொழிகள் புரியாததாக

உன் திசைகள் வேறாக

ஆயிரம் முரண்கள் உனக்கும் எனக்கும்

இருந்து கொண்டேயிருந்தாலும்

உன்னையும் என்னையும் முடிந்துவைக்க

இந்த காதல் இருக்கிறதது போதும்

Pc: கிஷ்கிந்தா பாலாஜி

You and I speak the same language (Translation)

But the thing is I don't understand what you are saying You and I are living in the same land But How it goes in different directions The work you do full time Recommend to me too I Couldn't even do that like a fun Every single one of the things you wonder about I Couldn't even see with my normal eyes Let it be dear Your languages ​​are incomprehensible Your directions are different A thousand contradictions for you and me Although our love is enough to complete us Pc: Kishkinda Balaji (Translation)

Dedicated by Devil_Corpse

कुनाल, जब मैने तुम्हे, पहली बार देखा, सोचा ना था, कि एक दिन तुम मेरे आँखों में बस जाओगे, सोचा ना था, कि एक दिन तुम मेरे धडकनों में समा जाओगे, सोचा ना था कि एक दिन तुम मेरे ज़िंदगी बन जाओगे......... लेकिन, तुम्हें हर दिन देखते-देखते, अब तुम, हमेशा के लिए मेरे आँखों में बस गए हो, हमेशा के लिए मेरे धडकनों में समा गए हो, हमेशा के लिए मेरे ज़िंदगी बन गए हो।.......... कैसे, किसी से मैं अपने दिल की बातों को बता दूँ...... कैसे, किसी से मैं अपने दिल की अरमानों को बता दूँ......... तुम्हारी वो हसीन मुस्कान, तुम्हारी वो पलकों का उठना-झुकना, तुम्हारी वो पीछे मुडकर देखना, तुम्हारी हर वो अदा, इस तरह दिल में बस गए है कि, मेरी आखरी साँस तक दिल में रहेगी, इस तरह तुम मेरी ज़िंदगी बन गए हो, कि तुम्हें देखे बिना सुबह ना होगी, शाम न ढलेगी............ बस उस खुदा से मेरी दुआ है कि, तुम्हारी ज़िंदगी हर खुशी से भरा हो, जीवन की सारी मुश्किले ओसुओं की तरह मिट जाए, जीवन की हर मंज़िल को छूलों तुम, जीवन की हर बिगडी बात बन जाए, जीवन की हर पडाव में भगवान का साथ हो॥

(Translatio) Kunal, When I saw you for the first time, didn't think that one day You will live in my eyes didn't think that one day You will be absorbed in my heartbeat, never thought that one day You will be my life......... But, seeing you every day, now you, Forever settled in my eyes, Forever caught in my heartbeat, You have become my life forever. How can I tell the things of my heart to someone...... How can I tell the desires of my heart to someone......... that lovely smile of yours, The lifting and bending of your eyelids, Looking back at you, Your every gesture, It is settled in the heart in such a way that Will remain in my heart till my last breath, That's how you have become my life, That without seeing you there will be no morning, no evening will fall............ My only prayer to that God is that, May your life be full of happiness, May all the troubles of life vanish like tears, You touch every destination of life, Let every bad thing in life become. May God be with you in every walk of life. Pallavi

To Dearest Kunalji....❤️🌈🥀 If I had words to describe my feelings for you, I would be the happiest woman in the Universe.. But words seems to fail me time and time again, So, I have to settle for the words in this verse... Your Personality, your Smile, your unseen Presence around me and your pure Soul, Mesmerize and entangle me completely... If I had but one ambition, one utter goal, It would be nothing but to stay by your side for eternity ❤️ 💫...........................................Sharvari

When I see you, Your eyes sparkle While you say hi with the sweetest voice in the world. When I see you, My heart skips a beat, and I don't know what to say. When I see you, Love and happiness fulfils my thoughts, and all of my troubles go away. When I see you, I wonder how much you think about your fans as much as they think about you. When I see you, I daydream about the day we could meet & I may be hear your voice "Hello" When I see you, All I want to say is, "I love you." Shreyashi

You smile and here we melt Behind the roll, camera, action and cut You are more calmer than others You are oh so sweet than others You guard your stories, but we get You know the people around, you take time But in stills you smile and here we melt. Your windful journey is breezy and stormy both But you stayed in the flow never a sloth The camera in your hand, Capturing the peopley things You found joy even in smallest of things You loved everything but never questioned your return And there you smile and we melt You created your magic through characters Stories ended but those characters stayed Thats where people knew your worth And yet you stayed the same Calm, sweet and breezy. You too had sorrows nobody knew You too had hard days nobody bothered of You too were lost in the aura of empty thoughts nobody aware of There still you smile and here we melt You know you inspire us But you don't know how much we love you. Darling, no matter what, our spiderman knows how to happy us. chillinsilencee

Some lines dedicated to KKK, muradey ho puri saje har tamanna , mohabbat ki duniya ke tum chand banna, kuda dil jalo ki nazar se bachaye, tumko hamari umar lag jaye.  Madhu Sharma

என் கற்பனை காதலனே ❤ என் அன்பு குணாலே ❤ உன் பிறந்தநாளுக்காக உன் நினைவை நித்தம் நித்தம் குழந்தை போலவே மனதில் சுமக்கும் 🥰உன் மிகப்பெரிய ரசிகை ஜனனியின் காதல் வரிகள் 😍 நீ கற்பனையா? என் காதலின் பிழையா? பிழையானது என் காதல் இல்லை, என் மனமே 💝 உன் விழிகள் தான் என் மனதை பிழையாக்கியதடா அன்பே ❤ உன் முகவரி தெரியாமலே என் முதல் வரி நீயடா 😘 முழுவதுமாய் என் இதயத்தை அபகரித்தாயடா❤️இசையாக இன்பம் போங்க என்னுள் வாசம் செய்தாயாட அழகா 🥰 நீ கானல் நீரென தெரிந்தும் உன்னை கையில் எந்த உள்ளம் ஏங்குதே ❤🥰😍 உன்னை பற்றி எழுதினால் என் காதல் வரிகள் 💝கடல் போல இன்னும் நீழுதே 🥰 உன்னை காணும் காலம் விரைவில் வரும் என உன் மீது நான் வைத்திருக்கும் அன்போடு காத்திருக்கிறேன் 💙கண்ணணுக்காக காத்திருந்த அந்த மிராவை போல 🤩இனிய பிறந்தநாள் வாழ்த்துக்கள் 💙💝💙🤗🤗🤗என்றும் மாறாத உன் நினைவுகளோடு இந்த காதல் பேதையின் வரிகள்... A. Janani

Translation:  My imaginary lover My love kunal For your birthday Your biggest fan Janani's love lines that will carry your memory in your mind like a child forever Are you imaginary? Is it my love's fault? The fault is not my love, it is my mind Did your eyes mislead my mind, dear? My first line without knowing your address Is it completely beautiful to snatch my heart? Knowing that you are canal water, you have no heart in your hand If writing about you My love lines still stretch like the sea Time to see you I look forward to the love I have for you coming soon Like the Mira who was waiting for the eye Happy Birthday 💙💝💙🤗🤗🤗 The lines of this love ghost with your unchanging memories ... A. Janani jananiarumugam17

Kunal Karan Kapoor ... You entered my life like a sunshine and brought my life back from darkness to light... You made me feel better and enjoy my life at least a little ..... I m enjoying my life bcoz of you.. your smile makes me happy and smile... Your magical eyes speaks to me a lot and gives me some kind of strength to deal my life... I never thought in my life that I will be crazy for someone like this... But yeah m crazy and I love this craziness.. I m happy that I found you And admire you a lot... I just wish you to reach the highest high which you deserve too.. be happy and make us happy as always... - @sbpriya

Dear Kunal, Excellent, Marvellous, brilliant , outstanding, magnificent,…….words are not enough to describe your acting skill….I am speechless after watching you in NBT(1 & 2). Thanks for finally giving me my favourite actor, you have occupied a very special space in my heart that was not even taken by any Hollywood or Bollywood actor……Let me describe my journey to meet you.. In last November, my teenage daughters asked me to suggest any good show that we can watch in lockdown. While searching for good TV serial, my eyes stuck when name “Na bole tum….” flushes on screen. I memorised that the advertisement of NBT had attracted me for wonderful plot during 2012, but due to my personal commitment I was not able to watch the show that time. We had decided to give a chance to the show as we had rejected few shows after watching 10-20 episodes.. Previously we have seen you as Yudi and sometime as carefree Mohan you were looked like Yudi, we that such role are naturally suits on you. As the show progresses along with the story, acting, direction you were impression us with your acting skills (confession scene, Megha’s accident etc.). 

Soon the first season ended and I had decided that we will not watch season 2 to remain NBT good memories . Main reason behind this decision was: 1) previous experiences of seasons and 2) summary of season 2 was not impressing. After some days my daughter insisted that can we give chance to NBT 2 by watching some initial episodes. I still remembered that after watching 2-3 episodes I become so restless and declared “aab to pura season hi dekhna padega”. Mohan, in season2, mesmerized us by sheered transformation from careless person to responsible father. Day by day, aapki acting ka jadu hamre sir par chadata jar aha tha. I felt so much pain in my heart whenever you expressed pain. I spend so many sleepless nights and days in thinking about you as Mohan. Whenever you were in pain, I watched back to back episodes until you smiled. I never felt such before that. The story of NBT 2 was so crispy and gripping that not a single episodes was having dull moments. 

After revamp, what to say about Vasu lovely character. You have set another milestone by such smooth transformation from Mohan to Vasu. It is really hard to believe that Mohan ( season 1 & 2) and Vasu’s character is played by a single actor. We were surprised to see so many facial expression and voice modulation according to character demand. Even my daughter said ,” lagata hi nahi hain ki koi acting kar raha hain, lagta hain jaise koi real life person ko dekh rahe hain. “ . Such a natural actor you are. Hats off to you from us. After the end of the show, I become curious to know about you more. From you interviews and off screen videos I found you as honest and person with beautiful heart. 

I like you chemistry with Aaknsha onscreen as well as offscreen and I love ur friendship. Thank you so much for coming in my life as Mohan. What a coincident that your new show is staring from my birthday. Your latest Fan Sunita I want to thanks Sudhir sir, Seema ma’am and Sunshine production for giving such a wonderful show with great acting, direction, story. Some shows starts beautifully, but soon they lost their charm as story changes according to audience. You really deserve a salute for making a show where story is a king and you go through as you want. Thanks for giving the best show of my whole life of 40 years. 

Dear Team Kunal, While searching for Kunal on Internet, I finally landed in this magical land of Kunal. Thank you so much for giving a place where we can get every tit bit of our favourite. You are doing a wonderful job. . Your latest Fan Sunita

Dear Kunal, "What name will I give this relationship?" Maybe we haven't met u But you are not a stranger to us Maybe you don't know our name But your name is our daily happiness Maybe our relationship has no name But you are not less than our family Even if it's been asked "Who we are to u?" Maybe we are the drops of your rain But these each and every drop, Is an ocean in the name of "KUNAL K KAPOOR" Which can't be separated by anyone. "In your each and every step we will give our love and support. It's our promise" -Hema. C

[leila1]

OS: Cursed

Aik din hum wohi ban jaate hain jin se hum nafrat karte hain

–Main Hoon Na

" you are nothing but a characterless woman, who only knows how to trap rich men!"

He still remembered the day when he had insulted her, the damned day when all he did was spit venom at her. But that was what Arnav Singh Raizada was made of. 

Collateral damage followed by unavoidable regret. 

Wasn't he known for his logical strategies and smart planning? What had happened then? That day it wasn't the Arnav Singh Raizada that the world knew for his foresight but a monster unleashed. 

Why was she surprised, isn't that what he always did? Hurting everyone, specifically her, around him as he pleased?

"No you listen to me!" he wouldn't let her speak not even a word.

He had had enough and those fake tears of hers would do no good.

Only if he had let her speak that day, only if he had given her a chance to explain. 

Arnav Singh Raizada never made quick and irrational decisions but that day he did, perhaps the most irrational decision of his life, to separate his wife from his existence. He never the one to apologize but that day he did something that he was ready to apologize every single moment till eternity, he would hold his ears, fold his hands, and even go on his knees.

Anything.

Anything to bring back the old Khushi, the girl he fell in love with. The girl who fell from the ramp, only to land in his arms with a trembling face, shivering body, eyes moist ready to tear up. She never cried anymore. Neither had she trembled, no longer did she smile, all traces of expression drenched from her.  Ironically she had become the opposite of her name. 

Khushi Kumari Gupta had been replaced with Mrs Arnav Singh Raizada, not the chirpy girl that used to brighten his day but a wife of a businessman who attended charity functions, and did everything for the sake of reputation. 

______________

He couldn’t a remember a time when his life wasn’t a mess.  And he had no one to blame but himself. 

It has been five years since that damned day but it still hurt like a fresh piece of glass cutting into skin. 

Sipping his morning coffee while staring out the huge French doors, leaning against the walls, piercing rays reflecting on the blue water, Arnav began his thinking process all over again like every single day.

What do I do? What can I possibly do make everything the way it was?

He felt stabbed, pierced and torn. But did any of that matter now? Did he even suffer the fraction of her pain? It was nothing compared to the torture he had single-handedly inflicted upon her. 

A tear rolled down as he took the next sip, helplessness traveling through his veins.  It felt like nothing was in his control anymore, it felt like Khushi has become a stone, nothing would make her react. As if life had become a mechanical routine. 

He didn't know what was worse: he was the reason of her current state or that she had become what he used to be once, heartless, emotionless, distant and isolated.

Perhaps this is what she meant by when she said money can't buy happiness.

What was the meaning of all this money when he didn't have the happiness of his life? His Khushi? She was here but not here,  getting through life on survival mode. 

Not even her favorite delicacies made her smile, she would only eat them upon family’s insistence but the magic was missing.  Love was not something she was familiar with, not anymore just like he was once upon a time.

She filled his life with color, in return he robbed hers. 

Khushi entered the room silently and placed the folded clothes in the closet, her side of the portion which resembled to his now, was replaced from the vibrant hues to the plain pastels.

He turned around and stared at the robotic figure in front of him.

Her back was facing him, long black tresses up to her waist were held back by a few pins at the back of her head. She no longer wore the bangles whose noise was melody to his ears or her signature jhumkas that would sparkle and convince him of her presence even at a distance.

His heart wrenched at the sight his eyes witnessed. This is not the woman he fell in love with. Why had she changed so much? Was his love not enough for her to come back to her old self ?

"Khushi promise me you will never stop loving me" he asked holding her hand in his

"I won't I promise"

"promise me you wont change"

"I won't change but time will"

Her eyes started to well up and he did not understand what brought on the sudden shift. 

Today he understood the weight of her words. 

He placed the half empty cup on the table beside the recliner and moved towards the closet.

He held her by her wrists as she began to slide the doors close and brought her towards the bed ignoring her questioning gaze.

For the first few minutes she kept looking at his hands that still held her wrists, in anger, confusion or to avoid his gaze he did not understand.

Not being able to hold it any longer he asked

" kuch maangoon ga to do gi?"

He asked directly looking into her eyes with the burden of guilt and her miseries his shoulders slumped in an early defeat. 

"kia chahiye" 

Her monotonous voice lacked the chirpiness he desperately missed. She had been reduced to a corporate wife. 

"mujhe Khushi chahiye" he spoke as his grip on her hands grew tender, the sincerity in his voice more apparent. 

"Khushi Kumari Gupta" he whispered, his voice sounding hoarse and broken, lined with desperation. 

Her love wasn’t gone, but something had been lost within her. She couldn’t give him what she didn’t have. 

It felt like an era had gone by since she heard her complete name, that she once flaunted with pride. Khushi’s identity had been crushed by the weight of Mrs Arnav. 

An unfamiliar flame of warmth lit in the corner of her heart and she finally decided to look into those pools of brown.

"Kia tum mujhe wohi purani wali Khushi de sakti ho?" 

It was more of a  plea than a question, a prisoner desperate for freedom. 

A tear rolled down her cheek  and his eyes welled up seeing a glimpse of the girl who still had his heart. The same girl who filled every part of his day with her chatter and memories. 

A flame of hope ignited somewhere in the existence of Arnav Singh Raizada and he felt a gush of faith run within him. Maybe God was there after all and miracles did happen. 

[vinodpriya]

Chapter 1: About Social Science

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Ah! Social science! The subject I hated the most. I don’t know why, but I felt I was born to hate the subject. It was my destiny to hate it. Or something like that. But the teachers, oh Holmes, they were always so good that I always felt that, at least, I should study it for them. I believe that I always got the best of teachers available for Social Science. There are many interesting incidents related to the subject, especially during the 10th standard, when I was studying it for the last time.

To begin with, the most “ancient” incident which I can remember is during 7th standard. Well, we did not have only 1 S.Sc teachers that year. At first, the honour of teaching S.Sc to 7th D went to Dr. NSA (neither National Security Advisor nor National Security Agency). She had a PhD in Geography. I mean, how can a person be so tolerant, so as to complete a PhD in Geography. Come on, it’s not a joke, doing PhD and stuff like that.Well, after our Principal changed (Yes, our Principal also changed that same year. We’ll talk about her in later posts), she went through the qualifications of all the teachers. After going through the qualifications of Dr NSA, and she thought, “thodi padhi likhi hai, chalo isko 11th aur 12th class padhane ko de do.”   (She is a little bit educated, let her teach 11th and 12th standard).

Yes, thodi (a little). These were the exact words used by Dr. NSA when I asked her about this thing three years later, in 10th standard, when she had come to our class for an arrangement period.

Well, returning back to 7th class. After our summer vacations, our time-table was changed, as were many of our teachers.

Our new social science teacher was Ms R. Whatever she taught for the next two months is a mystery. Yes, it remained a mystery until I studied the chapters myself. Well, the thing was that she was pregnant, and was to deliver her baby in September, and hence she had to complete our syllabus in the next two months only. Now she didn’t teach us the chapters from the book, but made us write ‘Questions & Answers’ in our notebooks (after all, these Q-As were going to come in the exam), and explained the chapters in a comprehensive manner.

Here I would like to mention a small anecdote of class seventh Summative Assessment 1. Just before the social science exam, I fell ill. I literally cried a lot the night before the exam. It’s was not that I had not studied at all, but I had not been able to complete my syllabus, especially geography. Also, I couldn’t read my SSc book, which is a crucial thing to do before an SSc exam. The next day, in the examination hall, when we all were studying, I told some of my friends about my “grievances”. They comforted me about the exam and I told them, quite honestly, that I was not expecting to score above 80 out of 90 marks.

The exam paper came. Questions were quite ridiculous. Yes, they are always ridiculous for someone who does not know the answers. I specially remember one particular question. Perhaps the circumstances presented by the question will not be amiss here.

Q. What do you think about Delhi as the capital of India?

Thinking: Here is a gentle question of an irritating type. Clearly, a tough question then. It has just come from the tropics, for it is written in dark ink, and that is not the natural tint of its text, for majority of the paper is white. He has undergone hardship and sickness, as his haggard kind of questioning says clearly. His right hand has been injured. He holds it in a stiff and unnatural manner: bent like (?). Where in the tropics could a Social Science question written in English have seen much hardship and got its arm wounded? Clearly in India. The whole train of thought did not occupy a second. I then remarked I did not know the answer to the question.

(for those who haven’t read Sherlock Holmes, it is an excerpt from “A Study in Scarlet”).

I then proceeded to answer as follows:

Ans.

    The genuine part:

Delhi is the capital of India. It was named capital of India 1911 by King George of England.

It’s  area is about 4000 km2.

(I knew this because I had sometime checked it. Actually there was an article in the newspaper about good sci-fi movies and one movie involved a spaceship which had a diameter of 500 Km. I wanted to check whether this ship was bigger than Delhi or not)

Now the funny part:

It is a union territory.

But since it has a large population, it should now be made a state.

It has many tourist spots.

These are the points I could make out from my memory. Now, when I went to my bus, I took out ‘The Book of SSc’ and checked in the chapter ‘The State Government’ for the answer. It was there, a full-fledged, five marker answer; legitimate, elaborate, and complete. I repented about not reading the book, but alas, nothing could be done to stop the nature, or rather the answer sheet, from taking it course. I decided to let it go.

When the answer sheets were being distributed for reviewing by the students, I got really disheartened about how much I would have scored. Surprisingly I had scored 86 out of 90 marks. I couldn’t believe my eyes. When I set out to see how the hell that happened, for the first time in my life, I came across the true face of examination-checking in India. You can yourself calculate. I had a completely wrong answer to the above question, so I lost five marks, plus numerous small mistakes. Overall the totalling came out to be around 82 marks or so. I told our teacher about it. She took the paper and kept in the bundle, and said she would look to it. But I never got to know what happened to that. Oh! I forgot to introduce the new S.S. teacher that had come by then. She was Ms P. She was a 2008 pass-out from our school only, and had come to teach us now.

Ms R was a brilliant teacher. By brilliant, I mean literally a brilliant teacher. She had a unique way of teaching. Also, since she was not much older than us, she gave mouth thrashing answer to the misbehaviour of the mischievous children of our class. No, she did not use abusive language, but her subtle words were embarrassing enough.

Our eighth standard teacher was equally brilliant, Ms JS (not NodeJs or AngularJs). But she was quite serious, rather too serious, specially for a funny class like ours.

Ah! Finally the good tales begin. So here it goes. I was promoted to 9th-A, a Sanskrit section. Our S.Sc teacher was Mrs. LL. The funny thing was that she was actually known by this name, LL. At first some of my seniors told me that she is really a good teacher. But believe me, she wasn’t. She specialized in History, and consequently did not know how to teach other subjects. Trust me, she was really awful at Geography. She never completed her sentences, sought to teach only through presentations on smart board, made us write questions, but never clearly told us what the answers were. Here is a sample:

Well, you know, a piece from Indo-Australian plate came and stuck with our land, you know. (Making a collision kind of gesture through her hands). And then, you know….

Alas, we never knew. Now after completing three chapters in Geography and one in Economics, many children thought that they had had enough of her. They started a campaign. They wrote a letter addressing our in-charge to change our S.S. teacher because the current one was not good. Believe me, out of 48 students in the class, 33 signed. Of course, I didn’t, because I didn’t like to take part in such anti-teacher proceedings, because you never know what turn it might take on in future. The letter was sent twice. When Mrs LL came to know about this, she used to sarcastically remark on children yawning or talking in her class that

“Class mein sunna nahin hai, aur phir jab samajh nahin aata to pohunch jaate teacher change karvaane.”

(Don’t listen in the class, and when you don’t understand, you just go on trying to change the teacher.)

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Well, our SSc teacher changed after summer vacations. It was Ms SL (not S.L. Loney, you dumb math enthusiasts).

She was a great teacher. Believe me. (Of course, you don’t have any other choice).

There is a particularly interesting incident related to Ms SL, which shows….. , well, nothing. As it happened, she was the mother of VM. I had known him for some time. But the major angle in this story is that he was a friend of some other students in our class.(No, he wasn’t my friend. I don’t make such friends). Going on, there was this chapter on ‘Peasants and Farmers’ in History. The marking for question and answers was going to start from the next day. But this VM told HT and PG that his mother was going to Goa the next day. As was expected from a friend, they believed him, and they did not bring their History books with them.

IN THE CLASS

Culprits: Ma’am, VM told us that you had gone to Goa. So we didn’t bring our books.

Executioner: Just think, if I had gone to Goa, wouldn’t I have taken VM with me?

I suppose silence will be good enough for the rest of the scene. Nothing happened. They were allowed to sit in the class, and as I had to go out of the class for some reason, I gave them my book.

Overall class 9th was the best class with reference to the horrid subject of Social Science.

And at last, here comes the best class of all.

Behold...

The Class 10th .

Now this year our teacher was the veteran teacher, the most senior one in the school at that time, Mrs SS1. She was quite good towards me in the starting of the year. But then I started taking some days off the school. I used to ask a lot of questions in her class. So did others. When the first Unit Test (UT) was held, she gave quite a scolding to our class, and told the class (and I felt she was staring towards me) not to disturb her while she was teaching  and ask the doubts later in the corridor. She felt her syllabus got behind the schedule because of this (which of course was not true). She said all this because we had performed  poorly in the UT.

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Now there are numerous small insignificant incidents involving me and her, but let us just shift towards the best ones for the sake of your interest in keeping reading this chapter.

She had grown quite hostile towards me (I mean she used to be quite irritated by me). We used to have 2 UTs in each ‘Term’ (we used to have 2 ‘Terms’ in a year) out of which the better one would be considered for the final result. As a consequence, I had studied only for the first UT in the second term and had scored quite well in that exam. This exam used to be of 30 marks. During the second UT I did not study at all. Probably I just gave a small reading to the chapter. It was “Nationalist Movement in Indo-China”. It is one of the worst chapters in 10th class History textbook (THE WORST ONE was “Print Culture and the Modern World”).

I scored 23 out 30. I was actually quite shocked to see that I had score this much. But SS1 ma’am was not happy at all. I got quite a something we Indian students call as lecture. Then of course there was TM. He was just like me. He left no chance of pulling the leg of other students. At that time he was acting as what we call as “ghee in havan”.

He says, “Ma’am, he did not study because he had scored very well in the previous one and he knows only the better one will considered.” I looked at him like this.

And there you go. A little more lines of taunt, and finally I was released.

Now we also had a revision test. It went terribly bad. Again I had not studied for it as it was not going to be considered for the final result. The day I gave this test, RB1 (another student in my class) had some work with SS1 ma’am. It was probably mid-day. M1 sir (a fine-arts teacher) was present in the class. He asked me to take him to ma’am. I was walking casually. I tried not to look at RB1 as I disliked him very much. I went straight into the staff room. SS1 ma’am was sitting there checking papers! Well I did not quite observe it at first. But there was the bundle on her table on one side and there was a paper turned upside down in front of her with her signatures in the end. It meant that that paper had been checked quite recently. I raised my neck to see whose paper was it. Holy Holmes! It was my paper. How could I have such an ill-luck.

Well, SS1 ma’am started talking to RB1, and I said to myself, “bhag le beta yahan se” (run off from this place, you scum).

I crept out quite stealthily, but alas, as I was just going to open the door, I heard a sound saying “_____” in a stretched manner. I turned. No doubt I was being called for my execution. And then I was given quite a lecture again on me not studying Social Science. But there was Ms MM1 sitting there alongside SS1 ma’am. She asked me what was I planning to take in 11th, and when I told I was going to take science, she patted me and said to SS1 ma’am while laughing “chhod de na yaar ise” (leave him dear). Well I promised her that I will study for the finals sincerely.

(Note: Ms MM1 taught chemistry to 11th and 12th class, and  I didn’t know back then she would be my Chemistry teacher in 12th class. It’s not good to talk of her here, she deserves one whole chapter herself.)

Our school used to organise a “havan” for 10th leaving students before the finals. After the havan, our teachers used to shower us with flower petals as a form of blessing. When SS1 ma’am came, she threw the flowers forcefully at me while yelling “sabse ganda paper kiya hai tune _______” (you have performed the worst in the paper). Of course that wasn’t true. I was bad, but I was not that bad. Everyone started laughing, but, BG ma’am  (our class teacher back then) heard that. And the glare she gave me! I would never forget those eyes. Well I assured her that I would perform well in the finals.

There were some more incidents which took prior to the above mentioned one, though they were less humorous. Once SS1 ma’am was teaching the chapter “Print Culture And Media”. There was a section about scribes who used to copy the books in “beautiful handwriting”. Well, I asked ma’am from where the scribes got their copies from. And there you go. Again I was terribly mocked by her. Whenever I was absent (yes, never when I was present in the class), she used to say in the class “Chalo achcha hua aaj _____ nahin aaya. Itne faaltu saval poochhta hai ki ma’am suraj east se kyun nikalta hai, ya fir hum breakfast subah hi kyun karte hain”, (it’s good that _____ is not present today. He asks such stupid questions like why does the sun rise from the east, or why do we have breakfast in the morning only), though I certainly never asked such questions.

Once SS1 ma’am asked our class who would like to explain the chapter “Transportation” to the class. NB1 (one of my best and oldest friend) raised his hand. He came in front of the class and started explaining the chapter. I and my friends left no chance of pulling each other’s legs.  I repeatedly asked NB1 questions which were quite irritating. Well, he answered them. Then ma’am stopped him and asked someone else to continue where NB1 had left. I went there. I started explaining the chapter now. Now, it was NB1’s chance. He stared putting questions to me. After answering some questions, I felt quite irritated (add to that not knowing the answers), I yelled at him to sit down, and asked him to come to me after the class to take his doubts, and told him harshly that I had to complete my syllabus. (The funny thing here is that SS1 ma’am used to say the same lines whenever she got irritated by the questions, but the difference is that she used to know the answers). Everyone enjoyed this thing, including SS1 ma’am. She said to me “very good beta. Jaa baith jaa” (very good child, now go and sit down).

I did not have Social Sciences as my subject in higher classes (thank God!). Although I used to meet all the teachers now and then. SS1 ma’am retired from her job after that academic year, though she kept visiting the school because of her Rotoract-club duties. Once our class was in the basement for our Computer Science practical, and there she was! I don’t know why, but nostalgia overpowers me whenever I see someone I haven’t seen in a long time. So there we (I and RM1) to go and greet her. Our CS teacher NA1 also came out of her lab and they hugged (apparently they were friends!). SS1 ma’am says to NA1, “Sabse achchhe bachche the meri class ke. Bade pyaare bachche hain!” (they were the best students of my class. They are just lovely kids). And I thought “Oh really???? Oh reallyyyyy??? Why didn’t you never said this in class?”

And as promised, here’s Today’s Music Momento (yeah! I am not calling it memento! not in this life...)

[nijjhar]

Punjabi - A Hindu is known by his Jaat and Baasi - JANUM and a Sikh is k... Punjabi - A Hindu is known by his Jaat and Baasi - JANUM and a Sikh is known by his deeds, KARM. https://youtu.be/haSLDEQt6GQ Punjabi - First Panth is Hindu that are spiritually blind, second of Munn Mukh Sikhs = Turkoo Kana and Giani is Wiser than both of them. Bhagat Namdev Ji:- Hindu is spiritually blind, Munn Mukh Sikh, Turkoo, is very crafty whilst Gurmukh Sikh, Giani, is sealed to serve God wiser than the both. https://youtu.be/xQEdNiAAnvY BASIC RELIGIOUS KNOWLEDGE OF THE FOUR COMMUNITIES. https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list... Hi Brethren, Satguru Nanak came among the most spiritually sick people of Mehta Khatri well versed in the Veda, but he couldn’t identify Christ in his heart but Rai Bhulaar Bhatti Jatt did. Now, be prepared for more killings in the USA and India. Preach the Gospel to the Christians of the Book or die as fake Sikhs of turban and b To be a Sikh or a Muslim is NOT A JOKE. Maulvi/Mullahs made people Fanatics and I can tell you all. Speak Gospel Truth. Houses and lands do not belong to Sikhs or Muslims but to the tribal Jatts, Arian, Kambojh, etc. Religious fanaticism. https://youtu.be/YQm8b9Fkznw Here is another Bajwa Jatt well known for telling us Castes and Gotra proclaimed the same Kuffar for the sake of popularity:- https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list... Punjabi - Kafir Bajwa well known for Jatt Gotras says how many Sikhs and Mussallmaans lived in Manga Chak? https://youtu.be/BTGAn1EnTLo Punjabi - Producers of Partition Videos, please Speak The Gospel Truth for love and Unity and not Kuffar, Koorr, etc. for hatred. Make this video Viral. https://youtu.be/17yxAF6k-kU https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rB9mk... Punjabi - Controversy on the Dasam Granth is explained on the basis of the Four Panths. https://youtu.be/h9_cLwGjzHs SHORT ARTICLE ON A TRUE HINDU (FIRST PANTH), SIKH (SECOND PANTH), KHALSA (THIRD PANTH) AND NIRMALLAE SANT (THE FOURTH PANTH). Full details Book:- www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/pdbook.pdf Full version:- www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/short.htm https://youtu.be/_Ju7ilPOPfs https://www.facebook.com/summan59?pnr.. Here are the basic definitions:- www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/short.htm Then, you are capable First Panth, Smaaj or Way of life is Hindu: - The root of the word Hindu is “HOND” or your tribal identity in Brahma established in JAATI AUR BAASI. This is well demonstrated by the people of South India who have four names; the name of the boy, his father’s name, his village name and finally his surname. By this, his identity “HOND” is established and he will have “SHARM” of his family and so DHARM. That is why no Saint was born or needed in South India and Saint Thomas was enough. They enjoy “Eros”, the tribal love = Piaar. First Lanv applies to Hindus in which your TANN becomes NIRMAL of Paap, sins. Second Panth or Way of Life is Sikh in which the person becomes a student of spiritual knowledge to be a “HAR JANN” or son of Parbrahm. They thrive upon “Agape”, the unconditional Divine love = Prem as displayed by Bhai Ghaniyia Ji. Second Lanv applies to Sikhs how to purify one’s MUNN. Third Panth Khalsa and the Fourth Panth of Nirmallae Santan or Apostles were organised by Sache Patshah Gobind Rai Ji, the very Form of Akaal Purakh and His Sons represented Him by performing the Philanthropic Works as solitary, NIAARE Khalsa Soldiers of “PAR SHIV” (Daeh Shiva Var Mohae… sons of Shiv, Aadmi dae puttro, let us fight against the sons of Satan) to sort out the stubborn sons of Satan Al-Djmar Al-Aksa, the religious fanatics – John 8v44 and the Word of Mouth by the Apostles. Both of them were initiated by beheading the Five on stage and then sewing the head of one with the Torso of the other. And they were revived through Nectar of His Word that created “Philia” Love among the Sattsanghi solitary. That is why sugar Pataashe of Agape – Prem - were added by Mahan Devan, Mother Holy Spirit, in the Nectar of His Word prepared by the Father Sache Patshah Gobind Rai Ji, who Himself became “Gobind Singh Ji” through Amrit leaving no Gap between Father and His Sons, the Khalsas of the Third Panth and Nirmallae Santan of the Fourth Panth that enjoy “Storge” Love of the Family of God. Like the Apostles of the First Satguru = Christ Jesus, they didn’t carry money, no two pairs of shoes, no Pothi, etc. on their Journeys Preaching the Gospel from their hearts. My family members used to honour them and my late father also enjoyed their company. Third and the Fourth Lanvs apply to these two spiritual states BUDHI and CHITT  BIRTTI. Thus, unless you are a “Hindu”, son of Man, Brahma kaa Baeta, Yahweh, Khuda, etc., the Lord of Nature as demonstrated by Lord Krishna, the incarnation of Shiv, you cannot be a Sikh, the son of the Highest ParBrahm. When your TANN (Flesh) and MUNN (Mind, Nafs) are NIRMAL (Purified), then you long for serving Almighty AKAAL PURAKH by either joining the Third Khalsa Panth of PAR-UPKARI Soldiers or become an Apostle, NIRMALLA SANT to Preach Gospel to glorify our Father God.

[harendra-panwar]

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[erkuldeepchaudhary]

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