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Have you ever been through a break-up? How did you come out of the gloomy days? You are sure to pass through a hell of a Life - with its Goods and Bads and Worsts if you follow me! So here's my list of to-dos or trying-to-dos when you are in a post-breakup phase. Disclaimer: Remember, this is one for the BOYS only. Girls - read it and imagine your version. Don't take to heart anyone. Okay, so the dreamy love-glossed matinee show is over, your "only world" has dumped you badly in front of everyone. Or on the high street. Or through a sms. Anything. This is a list of things you should do post break-up. 1. Alcohol - The Next Best Friend. Refrain from alcohol at this time? Nah! Get drunk and blabber in a bar -  " Kaash main sharaab se muhabbat kiya hota dost-  Saala kal bhi nasheela tha.. aur aaj bhi nasheela hai.. " After the bar go to your girlfriend's front gate and shout abuses at the top of his voice. Crush some beer-bottles near her door. M...

Its long I have written something, because I have been real busy - in fooling around. However, to make up for the absence, here is a post - which you can say - is namkeen . Most of my readers would have had at least one experience of arguing with a girl. Guys who have won the arguement - kudos to them. For the unfortunate others, here is my tried & tested formulae of how to win in an arguement with girls. Disclaimer: Please don't blame me if you win the arguement but loose your girl. I never said that you could win both with these formulae. And all my dear girl friends, please don't take this seriously . It's obviously intended for fun . Step 1 . Abandon all logic. Girls don't use it, and you certainly shouldn't allow it to handicap you. Step 2 . If you believe strongly in something, do NOT give in to any aspect. Compromise is useless against girls, because they will rationalize that if they can get you to concede to one element, they can get you to quit the ...

I love the stereotype Indian Society for one compelling factor, it never leaves you wanting for more, whatever be the topic. Those who get enraged while reading this, please don't mind, as main tumhe chodke baki sabki maa-behen karne wala hun! Well, had there been a bike, or car, I would've preferred this as a silent protest to the outrageous hike in petrol prices, but, whatever be the reason, I have been traveling in the Delhi Metro quite a lot these days. These frequent metro rides have been tiresome, entertaining, convenient and irritating at the same time. Tiresome, because getting a seat is as probable as backbenchers in school scoring in History. Rare and joyous. Convenient, because, Oh! eco-friendly ko goli maro it saves me from traveling by auto-rickshaws, which is worse, facing the intolerable heat and some arrogant drivers. Entertaining and irritating are two sides of a coin; what irritates me on some days, entertains me on others (“good mood days”). Source of the e...

There are men like whom we want to be, men like whom we hate to be, and then there are men like whom we hate to be but we love to have them around. Don't over-expect, it's long but nothing like the past days of frustration! Well, for starters, let’s have a look at how do different people behave in a post-graduation college: 1.There's this rich guy, who acts like he's born in a casino in Las Vegas, with a Blackberry & a couple of skinny girls around. Normally, he's up partying & booing others but when near the teacher, he's like so serious that he literally sucks the green of a borrowed pen! Like it's a lollipop. And I'm not talking about him letting it simply touch his lips. I'm talking about him SUCKING IT. God help us all. 2. There's this girl in glasses & out-of-sort-tights. But she has a tendency to waggle her pen like she's conducting a ballet concert. I'm sure this allows information to better flow through the cha...

After a long time, during which I am sure the Indian Society should have pulled up its socks after my twin attacks, (A Satire on Arranged Marriages,  http://pratik-openbuk.blogspot.com/2010/10/satire-on-arranged-marriages.html  and Hail Aunties!,  http://pratik-openbuk.blogspot.com/2010/10/hail-aunties.html ) I am posting yet another destructing article. Though it has flares of the classic past of Indian Television, this article is a tribute to those Indian Soaps that continue to screw the brains of Indian Viewers by bombarding them with similar and predictable stories, high doses of melodrama, and floods of tears in the scenes. Thanks to the industry itself, the soap opera industry is losing its shin due to the emergence of shows like Indian Idol, Roadies, Kaun Banega Crorepati, etc. So here it goes(and it's gonna be a big post)... That was a fine little evening. I was at my home with maa, and my sis. As usual we were busy in leg pulling of each other. I usually won o...

Well, what to say of this friend, he is a real entertainer of sorts. Just that he is a bit less matured, is what I think, but a lot more and lot else, is what others think, but here is ramblings about a nice friend of mine. Pale yellow tees. And dark brown flashing jeans. Really. This is my friend. He is from state of sweets, he IS sweet, and, oh, by the way, he is much sweeter to the weaker sex. " Tum iss baat ki chinta mat karo, main hun na, main sab kuch sambhal lunga. Tum bas concentrate karo. " Well, still I understand him. Or at least try to. He talks. A lot. Only that he does so about himself mostly. About his aspirations. About his dreams. About his past achieeeeeeevements. About how fine his chest and biceps were once upon a time. About how good is(or was, I don't know, really) his kick boxing. About how his state boasts of finer tea. About how people here are less interested in tastes and aesthetics than the land of Hoogly. About how good are his manners w...

Friends, readers, hello to you all. I am posting one of my straight poems that I wrote when I was in the class. Hope you like it. Lets go out for a while, just for a change, Go out in the sun, and start feeling afresh, Lets go out, and all in play, lets do engage. Why just rot in this class for all the day, cos I never find a way out of Account's maze, And though of maths, I have a distinct craze; Am bored of Quantitative Techniques, of that bald shithead. There is the lady in Human Resource, who only waffles, And on the lady of Organizational Behavior, I have a rage. Business Statistics, given with no hints and all conditions, Is for me like a young birdie in a cage. IT is okay, but just like a little child's play, where you sit with your laptops and only do gaze. Research in Managerial Decision, this is quite boring, This just doesn't come smoothly, pretty much sails over my head. Economics, a little familiar, still doesn't make up to my head, Its b...

Disclaimer: This article is intended for entertainment purposes only. Biggies who find this irrational and disrespecting, are not advised to read along. And once again, I don't have anything sort of a rift with parents, mine or yours. I am not responsible for direct, indirect, incidental or consequential damages resulting from any inspirational or eye-opening remark. So, my destruction of Indian Society, its people and its values continues yet again. When I sat up to write, I thought of the subject. There were a lot in the reckoning, like the Indian Rail, Administration in Engineering Colleges, The Indian Youth, and a few more; but there was one that won the race hands down. This, Hail Aunties, is a tribute to the modern aunties. Read along this satire based on my real life experiences. Scene 1: Aunty1- “ He went to the Public Works Office and shouted like a demon there. After fifteen minutes of shouting they at last sent a man to fix the things in our house. The whole thing wa...

There's an old saying that seems to apply: Creative minds are rarely tidy.   I've used that often to explain my desk/workspace. Well, mine's isn't a desk actually, it's a bed.. so what? A picture is worth a thousand words...........  A person's mind and his desk........... Albert Einstein's Desk My "Desk"

Before going through this article, please note that I am neither the family man kind of person, nor the greedy Uncle Scruz kind of man. I am fairly different, from exploring places to reading novels to watching contemporaries to spending time alone. I do what I like and mind it, it has got to do nothing with those “You surely disrespect your parents and elders” and “You don’t know about the real world, son” type stereotype statements. That’s why, please don’t flinch on reading this and start with usual monotones like”He is selfish” or “At present he is blinded”. I only thought this (blogging) as the best option to pour my shit out. Indian weddings, mostly arranged marriages, are known for their grandeur and elaborate nature. Pre-wedding rituals begin days before the wedding date with Roka or formal commitment of both the families towards marriage. It is followed by Sagaai (engagement), Haldi, Mehndi, Sangeet and several such customs varying from families to families.    ...

Hello readers. Its too much boring these days. I even don't know what to write, just keep scribbling things. I think I am gonna write weird things to get rid of my lethargy. This is.. the world as it now behaves.. or.. Ohh.. I don't know.. just give it a reading! 1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave. 2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years. 3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of four. 4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you. 5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses. 6. You pull up near your gate and use your mobile to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries. 7. Every commercial on television has a website at the bottom of the screen. 8. Leaving the house without your mobile, which you didn't have the first 20 or 30 years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and ge...

"You know Piku bhaiyya I am thinking of joining a gym, cos my stomach has bulged out too much", said our neighbor's big fat son. At that instant, a roasted chicken leg laid seige in his strong hands, waiting to be devoured by the ravishing monster. After a long time I am writing something and that too on a different topic. From the end of december 2009 towards this time, that is, mid-february, 2010, I have been to about half a dozen marriages. This is too much for me, considering my alergies towards social functions. Tonight itself I had been to one, and suddenly the thought of writing something struck me when I was biting a mouthful from a big piece of chicken tandoori. So here I am, trying to pen down my stint. Indian wedding is a perfect blend of serious rituals and customs along with other fun filled rituals and frothy moments. Wedding marks the beginning of a new relationship not just between two individuals but also between two families and thus, there are vari...

I remember, last year, a day after my birthday, an old friend had sent me a mail. It comprised of a poem.. which I am posting below. Tomorrows my birthday, and I hope everything goes well with me.. I wish you something, just can't remember, Don't be upset, you're my family member. It was clearly, on my mind, With so many thoughts, it's hard to find. Maybe it's simply not that essential, Please lose that frown, you have so much potential. On second thought, it might be coming back to me, Now I know, why those brain pills were free. Visions appear of colorful balloons, In the background, I hear those fine tunes. Near the end of the dream, I can taste a delicious cake, It must be your birthday, as I awake..

Hey Friends; How are you doing? Hope everything's going smooth. I came through a funny article while browsing. So I am posting it here. Hope you like it. LETTER CHAT BETWEEN KIDS To , Tintumol UKG A. Dear Tintumol, I love you. My dream I see you. Everywhere you. You no, I live no. I come red shirt 2morrow. You love I, you come red frock. I wait down mango tree. You no come, i jump train. Sure come… yours lovely, Tutumon Std 1 B ………………………………………………………………………………… Reply….by Tintumol…. Darling, your letter mama see. Papa beat me beat me so many beat me. I cry. i cry. So no come to mango tree. No jump train. I love you. See another day. I no red frock. Only green. You love me, you love me you green shirt. Give I gift. I see you with pinkumol. Where you go.. NO talk to her. Okay My dream also only you Lovely Tintumol…

I hope all my readers are having a great time. The writing below discusses about the ongoing late night conversations between me and my new friend. Well, she's no more a new friend for me. It seems that she's been there for quite sometime now. We have become great buddies now. " Hello. Pratik. " " Hmm, say. So, how was your day? " Again that question. " It was. . You know na, Today I haven't read anything yaar. " Huh; I hadn't asked about studies. She had not read anything. She was worried. That meant she might talk less tonight. My brain started thinking of how to take this forward. " But you know, I have slept all the day, slept for 11 hours! " 11 hours. That meant I had a hope. She would not feel sleepy quickly, I thought. Anyways, my stupid talks bored most of the friends to sleep. " So gaye kya? Pratik? " I like it when I stay quite a couple of minutes and she asks the above question. "11 hours! Tha...