Pehchaan Kaun????

All the world’s a stage
And all the men and women merely players…


Exactly Shakespeare!!! We all are players, who started playing our game so very well and we were so engrossed in it that we forgot where and when to stop this act…. Daily we are so used to pleasing everyone around us- Parents, Teacher, Boss, Girl friend, and Friends that we forget what exactly would please “US”. Don’t blame yourself and no don’t blame anybody else either. We are scared that somebody else might take our place and for that not to happen we end up doing everything and anything. What if you turn deaf and don’t care about what people want from you and rather start working on what exactly you want, you know the result, you very well do; you wont be the darling of the world, somebody else will be there who was nobody’s yesterday but today he is everybody’s. And believe me there are a million and one people who are ready to knock you off your “throne”. The “throne” here can be anything- your job status, your boyfriend status, your best friend status, your teacher’s pet status. Who cares what pleases “you” except for you soul?? –None. Who cares what pleases your boss? –The whole world.


Its funny people say that I have changed, I am not the same, I am not the original me nowadays- tell me when was I the “ORIGINAL ME”. If it was the masquerade of student yesterday, It’s the masquerade of a “dumb” assistant to my boss today, and who knows what am wearing tomorrow- but for sure not the which show cases the true ME. by the time we realize how far we have come and for long have we been “ON THE STAGE” we would have forgotten our own identity, and even if want to get back into our skin it would be super tough to even know which is OUR skin owing to the fact that we have worn so many skins all our life. In the desperation to be number one we play the game so very well that when we want drop out of it we can’t, in fact the world won’t let you drop out so easily.


We fake it in and out, day and night, we fake it while we eat, we fake it when we talk, we fake it when we dress, In fact the world around forces you to fake it. Maybe be we can fake it fool the whole world with our acting credentials but there is one person whom you have to face without the MASK with your face- YOU!!!


All the world’s a stage
And all the men and women merely players…:)

Train No: 7405

Two things I hate the most..

Linear integrated circuits

Early Morning trains

And I must have been genuinely super duperly unlucky because that day was traveling in a early morning train without my i-pod and that too to attend my linear integrated circuits exam. You know there is a reason as to why I hate them:

i) Early morning trains are only filled with D-I-S-S-A-P-P-O-I-M-E-N-T. You pray to god that you see a beauty but all you can see is compartment load of uncles going to duty…

ii) Have you ever imagined of creating a weapon where in you can shoot down the culprit without having actually use any weapons??? Well then don’t work on it any more there is one such weapon I know of- linear integrated circuits a.k.a LIC…

“Well, there is nothing much you can do mama, or i think there is something you can do” he said. “What?” “Why don’t try finding which uncle has a beauty beti and then we can we do something...” he giggled “screw you Gyaan screw you, why don’t you get lost and let me sit in peace” I said…

5:15 it was Gyaan my jack ass friend resembled droopy from Tom and Jerry so I thought he better take a leave now and wishing me luck for the whole darn day off he went... It was just me in the seat and there was no one in the seat before me. Not knowing what to do I was just sitting and looking out of the window and was wondering what my lecturer was up to. Maybe he was dreaming about him banging up goons to save Katrina kaif or something…while I was in the process of cracking as to what my lecturer was up to I spotted something unusual happening at the corner of my eye “three girls”, “three pretty girls”, ”three pretty perfect girls”, “three pretty perfectly amazing girls” walking down towards the train and even before I could get myself together they were at my window “is the seat empty” “yea….yea yea….yea yea yea yea” “can we sit “ “yea, yea yea,yea yea yea”. “wow, that was the worst-est reply you could have given, you idiot”I said to myself.but I didn’t know what went wrong I was paralysed by seeing them at once and when you multiply the effect with three girls then the dose is life threatening. They came in and positioned themselves in the seat before me put their luggage down. One of the girls just dropped a smile and asked “I hope this is unreserved?” “Yea, yea yea, yea yea yea” . Oh please, not again what is the matter with you. You’re a stud; behave like one I said it to myself trying to pump in the much needed confidence.

I was trying to act completely cool as if I wasn’t affected by the presence of the girl and her sisters (which I came to know from the talk they made- I am such a detective, you know!!). infact I was pretty normal, I didn’t bother noticing that she wore a pink sweater over a pair of denims with her sneakers on and neither did I notice her beautiful eyes which were equally amazing as her silky hair nor her pearl white teeth and smile which could hypnotise you - O.K I agree I noticed, so what is the harm!!!

During their conversation I shamelessly eaves dropped and figured it out that only one among them is traveling and the rest of the two came down with their papaji to bid aideu to their sissy and she was also coming to same place as I was. And soon it was time for the train to start by then the blue print was drawn and I was just as prepared as a solider for war. Her gang got out the train and slowly the train started to make its way out of the platform and the pressure was building in me. I don’t know what was wrong with me I was acting dumb, I agree I am dumb at times but not to this extent.

She was sitting there looking out at the window watching the world go by unaware of the havoc and mayhem she has caused in a sweet little heart which was a beat away from hers. How do I start??

HI- sounds too casual

HEY, THIS IS ANKIT- so what???

AKKA, NAMASTHE - akka ki line esthava bey

ARJUN IS MY NAME, FLIRTING IS MY GAME, HEY BABE - what if she shows her longest finger of the hand??

Or how about I just drop a smile and she might herself start something???....yea, I’ll do that. But then how do I smile?? A grin is grosse. A half smile might not work. A “light bulb smile” might make her think am a despo. Errrrrrrrrrr…..had I thought so much during my iit-jee exam I’d have been in one of those iit’s. Why dig into the past anyways, it has been twenty minutes into the journey already and its too late for a smile or a hi. I didn’t even manage making an eye contact which I could boast off. I was pissed with myself; super pissed infact. “Oh shit no….no you can’t do that. No please for god sake don’t do that Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo” screamed a voice deep inside me. She was getting her I pod out of her bag and as luck had it I didn’t have mine with me thanks to my jack ass friends. I knew it, the moment she plugs in her ipod there is nothing I can do other than royally kicking myself out of the train or accept the honour of being the “world’s biggest dumbo”. And just as I thought she did plug in her ipod leaving me in the dry to fry. But still I wasn’t the one to give up so easily, I prayed to god I could think off hoping that her ipod gets switched off. For the first time I hated Apple to the core for creating ipod. Why did they have to do that and even if they did why did they have to sell it pretty girls like her???? For the next hour or so I was desperately waiting for a miracle virus to come and launch an attack on her ipod, but seeing how my luck graph progressed so far I understood that neither the god nor the virus were ready to listen to this poor little soul today. Today just wasn’t my day, I was twitching in my seat and rubbing my hands not knowing what to do. I thought enough was enough and I looked up towards her in a hope of making the much awaited eye-contact and then comes the final blow- surprise surprise I couldn’t see the girls face…..did the virus eat her face off?? Obviously not, as I frantically search for the diamond of face I see that she bent down and rested on her knees and dozed off to sleep.

Not knowing what to do I arched my head back and gave it a hard knock against the wall. I wanted to slap myself for being so stupid. What will I say to everyone “ I couldn’t manage saying a hello to girl who was so close that I could feel her breath”. i knew I lost the battle but some part of me shamelessly still didn’t want to give up. I tried keeping the chaiwallah a second longer at our seat so that she might wake up on hearing him.i thought I’ll hit her head hard and sit as if I didn’t know who did it but the uncle beside her was giving me those “you awaara ladka” kinda looks so dropped that idea. I closed and opened and then closed the window shutter again hoping that this would do the trick atleast but it seemed like even if a supersonic plane passed by she wouldn’t have woken up. Even the Indian railways ditched me today the train didn’t stop even once and reached the station on time. She got up took her stuff and when she was about to move she looked at me and dropped that much awaited smile. I threw a smile back at her and thought to myself “couldn’t you have done this before you dumb chick”.

My sister always said I was stupid…but today I was at my supreme best!!!!