Its all about dreams….

Dreams…aren’t they beautiful..beacons of light which call us and drives which make our life worth living…

My dad and I had quite a discussion over the name of our tiny little house. And surprisingly dad’s and my mind was lingering on the same lines. I said -” Hows Dreams Unlimited”?? Papa said-” I know its SRK- Juhi’s production name but its too Angreji “. Amusingly papa had a point. If we put this name and send the invitation for “Grih Pravesh” to our relatives naming dreams unlimited, our nearly illitereate relative’s community will gasp for air and inquire for well being of us sending inquiries about it. Though papa is only 11th cupped 10th passed student but his smartness (I still wonder papa was born in our family) and unprecedented willingness to dream about the world which was beyond one’s speculation in kind of family he was born in, made him quite a happening papa. Mind you dad is all young and handsome to talk about sexy Urmila Matondkar, hot and hyped Nandita Das and Ramgopal Verma’s sex spiced up matinees.

oopssss topic got a lot deviated. Afterall papa its my turn to dream and its my blog offcourse. Sorry aapki tarif agle blogs me…abhi me kuch shekhi baghar loo.

Ok, things were not all beautiful at my beginning as well, or they were?? yeah a lot better but materliastic world was miles away then.

Me and my cousin broter Neetu, I was in 2nd and he was in 1st then, used to sit on our rooftop of our joint family home <Home…lolz..4 room like structure of home made masala with bricks in number of installments .., at God knows orientation and family architectect’s prowess of unimaginable skills clubbed into modern wonder of housing, But I will describe the architectural beauty of the houses of our community in some other blog in detail> in the evening. We usually used to go there when we dint have any option but to talk between ourselves, being strictly warned not to cross the boundry of our apartment or if we have some serious issue far serious than Left’s threat to pull out of govt. on Indo US nuke-deal, like how to get 20 paise for kites and manja or how to beat the next street Jerk who snatched our capital which was supposed to be invested in buying new STOCKS of kanche which we were master at < Mind u I have almost made fortunes out of those Kanches thanks to my prowess and shrwed cheating with other players of local market>

Luck wudn’t always smile on us especially I cud never expect of any capital from my smarter than me dad to invest in such risky enterprises, though we sometimes used to manage my uncle and Neetu’s papa’s innocuous and meek fathehood to exploit to raise the funds but he wasn’t a good turner of the money and had little foreign currency for us being a daily and seasonal worker. So most of the times we wud look at the flying kites of others and wud dream higher than any kite could ever go. Neetu was far better at imagining impossible than me. He would always talk about the short cuts of the capital market and always was in search of Aladdin’ magical Chirag. We were regular viewer of this fantastic serial on DD1. He always used to say-” Oye beta (that was his favourite way of addressing to his friends including his elder bro yani ki me.) If I get a magical carpet and that Chirag, I would fly and loot all these kites and run away. Also I would catch hold of that jerk’s neck ,fly high and leave him in midway to let him fall on the earth to death.” I was more of a tinsel town dreamer. i would reply looking at nowhere -” nahi yar, there is a world outside our Delhi Darwaja Bahar and this Ganga Temple. Did you see all those advertisements on TV. They wear jeans, eat different kind of Semes( I was not aware that those are called noodles not semes) drink coka cola, have beautiful girlfriends, and have cars yar. I would rather go out of this place,go to college and will travel in aeroplane.” Neetu never liked complicacies of Noodles or Coka Cola. Interestingly he never shown any interest in chicks unlike me.He still has no interest in chicks though I am sure he is not Gay and would happily settle with an ordinary town girl to remove her fatigue in night over her and sometimes frustration also.He was much contended with Amitabh’s fighting skills to round up all the biggies who molested and bullied us and with his kites.He was real angry young man and was till a few years ago. But after seeing my comforts being a calm suave guy , he has given it a thought and now he is more gentle than me.

These were the most tribal dreams I had in my childhood…Coke, jeans, movies like college, beautiful chicks, Seemes (Noodles) movie like parties in well lit restra.They came true as I went ahead.

For a reader of normal background they look ridiculously amusing and small but someone like me for who at one stage jeans was a dream,( I remeber in 5th class at returning at our rented single room no kitchen home , after playing all noon in June in Rajasthan and my face radiating a red dominating spectrum of heat waves, my mum told me that papa has bought a jeans, I couldn’t believe it and I dint untill I saw a faded yellowish Rough & Tough jeans clothe folded in our one of the dowry item of papa’s marriage box.I beheld it without strumming my eyelids for minutes untill my heart finally returned to Normal and when I returned from trance,I ran al around home saying jeans jeans) computer was like jadu ka chirag, Delhi was at other galaxy and chicks were for different planet species.

Since then I dreamt everything I could. getting my name in Merit list in secondary, getting a computer, going on a world tour, Paris and Venice ..everything came true. But sadly after each passing moments passion and flames about these dreams kept slowing down.

and in recent three years after seeing a lot of dreams come true, I hardly dreamt anything new. Infact at one stage it seemed like I dont wish any thing else ,nothing attracted me. Instead I lost my ever green passion about cricket and sports. Life began to rot like anything.

How can one live without dreams. And sadly my dreams here never synchronised with any of my other companions here. I dint feel like scoring good, dint feel like coming in competetion, apping, corporate dreams, money, cars..CEOs …everything failed to give me any drive.

But now a new dream is shaping in my mind. Its really far fetched and a really big one. I dont know if it will ever come true or even dreaming about is good or not but dreams are dreams , they dont like rational talks. God forgive me for dreaming if I am not worth it.

I wann a girl ….no no no..not for romance. I wann my own baby..and I wann her to be world No. 1 in women’s tennis. I wann see her as the first Indian girl to be the No1 in world at grass court. I have been dreaming about my progeny to be India’s finest athelete and world’s number 1. This is No Sania effect or any outer inspiration. In my all time dreams I always wanted to have a tennis court at my home. Its my biggest dream I ever imagined. But I have to lay grounds for it. I have to earn sufficient money to fulfill this dream of mine. I am willing to go out of the country to make it possible but I want my next generation to be sports star of the world. I wil live cutoff myself from my motherland to give my kins same european treatment to make them super athelete but I wann this dream to come to reality.

Is it a bigger dream than my imaginations???

Only time can tell. I have decided one more thing. I always told my mummy that I will marry any one but a sharp tongue Haryanvi gal. But Now I am gonna marry either a Haryanvi gal or a Punjabi gal …let her be a villager but she must be an athelete to improve the Genome.Even if she is 10 th fail but I wann a sports gal to marry who has stamina like my mummy. Mummy aapka beta Haryanvi ladkiyo ka fan ho gaya hai …

Amen.

My Precioussss 3…..

AKASHDEEP SINGH

Vibra alias akash …one kid of our gang …a kid who wann do adult things but I am sure it will take him years to muster up courage to open buttons of female shirts. Our man is all polite and gentle before gals and you must see him when he chats with his old femle classmates. A great care is taken about the structure,grammar,intention and message of the sentence and some times analysis takes so much time that the lady pn apposite comp crashes after waiting hours waiting for his replies. He is such a cute kid that gals love to play with his cheeks..But after a long time I made him realise that when gals rate a boy cute that is a cute way to say< leave it kiddo …you wont be able to do the DEW…lolz.>Our man is sci-fy lover and he has got good handz over philosophy as well.

Vibra is demon when it comes to eating. he has a reputation for eating voraciously.Whenever you want food to be dispensed , vibra is ready.He will never disppoint in this case.

What I like about him the most is his honesty and kiddish nature. He cant cheat any one. He may irritate you but he is gem of friendship. He cant deny you a help. This kid rocks..

Love ya baby…..

Muahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..

P.S. Dont dare to reply this kiss you GAY..

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My Precioussss 2…..

Nikhil Prabhakar

Nikheeeelll….thats what gals would say charmed completely by his attractive,teasing, molesting laughters and trust me gals like when Nikheeeeellll tease them. Lady killer Perfecto..master of art of wooing gals. This chap make feel ppl beautiful. He carries such a good will that no one can escape being his lover< I mean it..Bloody he is the prima facta behind whole Narmad gaining reputation of GAY SHRINE and some of the promiment gays of Saras as well.

Our man is one hell of a smart ass. The best thing about this predator is patience and genuine play cool tactics. He can turn his face nonchalant no matter thunders and storms are eating up his mind. Our man share some exquisite relationship with one of sharav kanya who after putting lot of fight to find a BF right from the very first day in college finally finds materialistic peace in nikz shoulders. Some of the stories says kanya offered nikz variety of services in girly manners but our man escaped. Finally our man looses his virginity in 4th year of college and now he is happily committed to a french kanya who visited him some days ago from France.

Nikhil has got taste of arts and draws beautiful ,LUCRATIVE sketches.. one of the BRAHAMASTRA he is blessed with by God. I am envied Nikz..

No shit man, this chap is blessed with undying life will and he has been a bliss in my life as well on lots of occassions. Sometimes our ego tend to clash but we tend to mix up again.

He is such a love..

Muahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

My Precioussss 1…..

Nishu Goyal

Biggest attitude in galaxy..<well this is not me…its him>

For me Sirf bhaiyya..na kam na jyada..I fear him. I dont fear him. I love him.

He is egoistic and sometimes I have to admit more than me. But I like his ego. Reminds me of my papa; second biggest attitude in galaxy after him..lolz. His knowledge about history is awsome. He can put the most valuable and most arbit fundes simultaneously. Under him and chandan I felt home.

I am waiting for his marriage..m gonna rock among gals out there..lolz..me nikhil and Chandan …we will dhoom in his marriage..

dont know how to describe family..

Love ya…be always with me ..need you always..

V for Vendetta!!

I am struggling …seriously I am. Its not that easy..Loads of overacting ..loads of efforts to simplify..loads of false ego..fake merry times..masking…its not working…I know I am too good at it but I am averting it and I cant do it ..I am scorpio and I cant just be quiet on being stabbed ..My mind spins when I am alone and have leisure..I cant wait for time ..I wann it ..I wann instant damage..I know, it will put me on hook myself..but..

I have to do it…Vengeance ..

V for vengeance ..i have to seek it…No body can mess up with me and get away with it ..

Destruction …no matter it cost me some share but i wan it……

I just wann it……

Adidas ..Reboke…Nikey ..I am loving it

My personal shopping spree continues with a new taste of brand mania. Today i bought adidas shorts and reboke tshirt to look more sporty.. So these are new additions in my <Branded Gaurav accessories> with two adidas tshirts, Nikey shoes<most expensive shoes till date for me> and I am planning to have a racket and a bag not to mention the branded ones.

I wann play tennis , One miss of my 3 years in IIT..and I am dying for it…Bloody I need 5000 bucks for this and it will not be possible unless i earn again from some means..But I wannn Racket ..I wann racket…

I am lovvvvvyyyyng it.

Chak de!!!

Chak de..

what a topic to start with my first ever blog..Its not about this SRK’s tinsel town’s latest release what draw my attention,albeit movie rocked and irony is that movie was quite an ordinary effort altogether but it was something else which is so special for me and for last couple of days I am just again back into older Gaurav’s mood.

Older Gaurav …or so to say PRE JEE Gaurav..a pakka athlete <well those who saw me in IIT very first day would seriously doubt the sincerity of the claim being skinniest in the class. But I guess my classmates and even some of my teachers can be referred for the testimony.

Well I am not going into Pre JEE Gaurav much because I am focussed to write about something else which is my first love,and that is – Sports and especially cricket.Being a potential bowler with a speed that surprised even our one of the club cricket player, I always wondered what it could take to possibly make my career in cricket. Though my idiotic No 1 position in school < I still hold the records for maximum marks ever for my school in secondary class> never let this idea to be passionate enough to be decisive.Bloody!! being born in a BPL family , though don’t cut your chances off to take your route off line but it makes you concerned and especially when you have a good image in your loved one’s eyes.

Anyways after 2 years of non sports life, this movie has brought some life back in me. A life that I cant imagine to get completely back.For the first time in life I am enjoying Gyms like hell. I wish I can be in gym all the time to shape me back in to the pitch. I am loving it. and miraculously I have lost 2 kg in two days..now its 70.. My muscles are protruding to celebrate the welcome …

I am loving it… I am seriously loving it…feels like heaven without gals too…

Chak de!!!!!111

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