Thank You, My Hero!

Dear You,

Yes. This letter has been specially written and addressed to you. By the way, I would like to wish you Good Morning, Good Afternoon, Good Evening because I know that somewhere in this world you do exist, constantly thinking about my well being and welfare.

Firstly, I want to thank you for being my hero! Yes! You are my hero. And by reading this post, I just want to say thanks to my hero. The reason why I consider you as my hero is because you have gifted me a priceless thing in my life that no amount of wealth can buy me. Through this gift you have made it possible for me to achieve all the other tangible and intangible things that exist in the different nooks and corners of the universe. And that gift is HOPE.

When I was hungry with no food around, you gave me HOPE to satiate my hunger by hunting for food. When I was thirsty with no liquid, you gave me HOPE to quench my thirst by providing me water. When I fell down and failed to achieve my dreams, you gave me HOPE to get up and chase them till I reached my goals. When I couldn't perform my tasks, when I couldn't complete my challenges, when I gave up on numerous occasions in my life, you gave me HOPE to strive hard and motivate myself to come out as a winner. When I felt like giving up my life, you gave me HOPE and provided me a reason to live and to look forward in life. By giving me this gift called HOPE, you taught me and made me realise that the real winner isn't the one who wins prizes and laurels but the one who wins the hearts.

We maybe known or unknown to each other. We may have seen or unseen each other. We may have talked as acquaintances and best of chums or we may have been strangers to each other. But still you proved to be my hero by knowingly or unknowingly providing me HOPE through your actions that may not have been of any relevance to you. Your actions may not have been pertinent to your own self. You may not be knowing what you have been doing or how your deeds are being a constant part of motivation for me. But still, through these 'selfless' actions of yours which may be petty or of meagre importance to you, you have constantly gifted me a priceless possession called HOPE.

You have entered my life in different forms and at different levels in my life. Sometimes you acted like parents who always thought good of their child, sometimes as a friend who always stood besides me at the hour of need and sometimes you came in the form of a rival or an opponent who motivated me to strive harder for success, to make you as an idol and to achieve any possible thing in life through your gift of HOPE.

Currently, you maybe reading this letter taking the form of my relatives, my friends, my acquaintances or maybe as one of the those lots who may not have anything to do with me, my happiness or my life. But still, I want to thank you for all the things that you have helped me to achieve or the things that I am tempted to achieve in future by making me see things clear in my life. This all would have been impossible for me had you not gifted me HOPE.

I wish to convey my joy with you because if you have succeeded in reading this post then I have succeeded in killing any unknown animosity between us. I have succeeded in removing this relationship tag called 'strangers' between you and me. You have reached at the bottom of this letter for one simple reason. Deep within your mind, heart and soul, it is the love and mutual admiration for me that has urged you to gift me HOPE.

I want to thank you for teaching me invaluable lessons that I have experienced in life because of the bad memories we may have had. I want to thank you for all the happiness that I have experienced by the good memories we may have shared. I want to thank you for this little gift called HOPE.

Finally, I want to thank you for reading this heartfelt letter and for being my hero!

Yours and only yours,
An admirer by the name of
Bhavin aka Bugs

A Trip to Reality

10:00 pm - Aatish and Ruchik leave my office premises, fighting with me for not joining them to meet Dada.

10:15 pm - I finally get to leave my office to reach Dada's house. The bus frequency sucks. My phone keeps on ringing every 5 mins as if they want to update my status on their respective facebook profiles. I cross the Grant Road bridge, with a hope to catch a cabbie.

10:30 pm - Curses! Still unable to trace a cabbie. (Looks like everyone's sleeping.) I walk around station... Bhatia hospital... Kamat restaurant... Ganga Jamuna juice center... Still no sign of a cabbie...

Finally... I find a decent cab and the trip to reality starts....

There are men... There are working men..
There are races... There are racially discriminative people..
There are people who talk... There are people who let their actions speak..
And finally... There are Gujjus and Maaru's.. There are Marathis and finally the UPs and Biharis!

Everytime I sit in a cabbie, most of my senses get diverted towards the meter. But for no valid reason, this time, my senses were diverted towards my watch. I have to make sure that I ain't too late for the darshan. The car reaches near SoBo Central (previously known as Crossroads) and a Meru cab nearly dashes into some private car. I pass a tongue whacking comment, "Looks like the Meru driver is spying on his wife." The cabbie driver laughs and initiates the conversation, "Saab, the car condition doesn't matter to these guys because they have already paid Rs. 10,000 as the deposit for the car." I give a smile and he continues, "The Meru company is owned by Vilasrao's son and it operates all over India. It was floated so that the illegal funds could be converted into white money."

We reach Haji Ali and by mistake he drives from the right side of the road. We reach near Lala college and we need to take a compulsory U-turn. He regrets and says sorry. He offers me to cut the fare. I tell him that I have no issues. He apologises again and we take the Mahalaxmi station road. He talks about Jet Airways owned by Naresh Goyal. He talks about the India shining and the progress of India. He talks about the real reason behind the fight for natural gas between the Ambani brothers. He talks about the reason behind basic needs getting dearer. Every word seems so convincing. We drive through Tulsi Pipe road and he talks about the Mayawati-Mulayam Singh feud. He talks about education. He differentiates between Indian law system and laws of other countries. One particular argument that shakes my faith in judiciary is when he asks me, "Dhananjay Chaterjee was sent to gallows because he raped and killed a girl. But I don't understand how come Qasab and Afzal Guru are still alive, inspite of killing many innocent people." He mocks about the law system. He praises Atal Bihari Vajpayee but takes a dig on L.K.Advani. He feels sorry for Kandahar hijack.

11:05 pm - I finally reach my destination and he apologizes for taking the long route. He offers me not to charge me. But I decide to pay him complete fare as he made me realise about several socio-eco-political issues. I promise him to write about him in my blog.

Guys, if you get a chance, please take a ride in this cabbie... His name is Sureshchand Yadav from Uttar Pradesh and his taxi number is MH01-X504. As I reach Dada's place, I tell my friends about this trip to reality. They call me a buffoon and crack jokes about me. I laugh at their jokes because I realised about one particular thing, there is this particular guy who thinks more about the country's progress rather than being a part of cheap politics.

Hats off to you, Yadavsaab!

The Messiah is Back !!!

Well well well.... It has been a long time since I had posted something fruitful on my blog. And there cannot be a better occassion to write than this one. This is also my first uploaded picture on my blog. And there cannot be a better picture than my idol's....

"INDIA CREATES HISTORY BY CHASING THE FOURTH-HIGHEST TOTAL IN TEST CRICKET"

"INDIAN CRICKET TEAM - THE NEXT NO.1 TEAM IN THE WORLD"

But there doesn't seem to be a better title than this one:
"SACHIN TENDULKAR - THE MESSIAH OF CRICKET IS BACK !!!"

How many people had written off Sachin Tendulkar before this match? Many doubts had aroused in the back of the minds of all those critics who thought it as time from the Master Blaster to retire.

My only answer to them is.... WOULD YOU PLEASE SHUT OFF YOUR GOOFY-SH*T MOUTHS?

It requires a lot of guts to put your hands up and say, "Dude! I am ready to do this job." And there couldn't have been a better volunteer than the most experienced guy in the world cricket team. Like a phoenix rises from the ashes, he rose on the occasion when every avid cricket fan had lost the hopes of saving the match. Not only did The God of Cricket take the team to a famous win but also he proved the world, why was he considered the best human being among cricketers.

His dedication of the match winning century to the people of Mumbai, who are still to heal their wounds, has not applied some amount of comfort in the hearts but has also gained a huge amount of respect from each and every cricket lover from all the parts of the world.

I salute to the numero uno of cricket... The emperor of cricket... And the unconquerable Alexander the Great of Cricket... SACHIN RAMESH TENDULKAR...

By this gesture of yours, you have not only tried to heal our wounds but also have taken an initiative to gift back smiles on the faces of everyone.

Hats Off My Lord!