the ketchup story

Rejected

2010-05-07T10:37:00.002+05:30

...You have the world's best job. One fine day you get fired. When you ask the reason, there's, you get none. You dig inside your head and you find a tiny little bit of reasoning, it is that, "you don't fit in here anymore". Then you go on ask the management what the problem is, they say you are rejected from the work you do. You don't really understand, you ask the management again "have you rejected me?" They tell you, its not them but the work itself has rejected you. When you ask them to elaborate, you come to know, that your effort are useless, your opinion make no impact, even your feelings about the work you do are not required. You continue to ask everyone but you are too confused until the voice inside your head tells you, you have been REJECTED. For all the time you worked upon your job, for all the time you nurtured your beloved tiny little plant that became a tree, for all the time you let grow an idea into a feeling, for all the time you let your wondering become a belief, you realize, the time has defeated you and now the time is standing right in front of you and laughing over the joke that you are. You keep trying to make everyone understand that this cannot be the reality, that this can't be happening, that this is a farce, and then all you can figure out is that there's nobody to listen.

every night when the sun goes down....just another lonely boy in town

2010-01-04T01:01:00.004+05:30

Why- never answered , always reiterated.

When- made a lot of difference, every time.

Who- I guess no one else but me.

What- Something that cant ever be forgotten, every time.

So,

What next---- I think I got some more left in me to be completely devoid of.

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ekla chalo re

2008-12-13T11:35:00.005+05:30

I wont spend much time in thinking, how to start this one. Blogs are a funny thing.....each post..its theme..the tone..the background..mainly derives everything from what frame of mind the writer is....Of lately, I have been somehow under a very dark frame of mind....I have been very very confined with respect to where my thoughts point to these days.. Its like each new day brings an ADD-on to cement that depressing feeling that has been creating a void inside me....

Today I learnt something that I think everyone needs to understand as early in their life as possible. How much, perfect the world may seem to you,, how much easy the things go for you, one thing is very very certain..you've got to walk your own walk alone and there is absolutely no other alternative for that.

People belong to many genres..I don't think It was made to relate this way,,but I guess the caste-system in the Hindu religion applies very well to what people really are..
In Hinduism people are divided into Brahmans, Kshatriyas, Vaishyas, The shudras and the untouchables.

People living in this world can similarly be categorized into five genres....and these genres almost totally borrow from the hindu caste system

1) The Beautifuls
The beautifuls are the people who talk nicely ..these people treat others really well,,even go on to provide and show a lot of care. But the most beautiful thing about the beautifuls is that you would never know when they fuck you. They fuck and fuck and then again fuck. Sometimes they fuck so beautifully that one would probably not realise that one is being fucked. Its all about the sweet talk and it goes on and on....

2) The good BAD ASS people
The good Bad Ass ?? These are the people who are constantly fucking others. They simply love it and are very verbal about it. Its this being verbal thing that earns then the tag of BAD ASS..while in reality they are the most honest people as in when with them you know whats coming. These people are rarely fooles by the Beautifuls since they are always aware that there could be an ANTI with them.

3)The Champions
The Champions also known as the Secret assassins are the ones who understand the People-genre system really well. They don't mind getting fucked by the beautifuls or the good BAD ASS people once in a while..and hell they dont miss a chance to fuck either. However this is where the champions excel...They know they cant fuck the beautifuls or the good BAD ASS people...and so they they do not even go for it... What the Champions really do is that they mask themselves as a member of the genres further down the hierarchy...make them comfortable and then not fuck but RAPE them. Being so deft,,they not only rape the others once..but rape them over and over. And yes thats not all The Champions after raping the others repeatedly, tell them that the Rapes were not meant to be...they just happened...Champions indeed

Going further down the hierarchy we have
4)The Wannabes
Now the wannabes are a fucked up genre. Every now and then they get fucked up by the aforementioned 3 genres. The wannabes almost feel all this fucking completely natural. Having said that the wannabes do wanna rise to the level of the champions..Although its a misery of this genre that they do not know that its easy to become a good BAD ASS or even a beautiful but you just cannot transform into a Champion...and this is what makes them a wannabe..Still the fortunate ones do rise sometimes to become good BAD ASS...

now the last one on this list...the ROOT of all the fuck thats going on are

5) The Criers or the "I'll take the fuck people"
The criers are by far the most disgusting genre and at the same time a faithful slave to all the above 4 master genres..The criers are naked all the time...The carry their Ass ready to be fucked...everywhere they go. The criers are easily identified by the beautifuls, the gbas and the Champions every single time....When not getting fucked or raped the criers cry all the time or think about when to cry..Sometimes the criers even cry while getting fucked but that doesnt make much of a difference and hell why should it...However the criers are kind enough to open their ASS even once they have identified the people who fucked them..Its like "a For life thingy"..for them

Thats all about the funny--in the frame of mind- classification of people..

I guess I can walk my walk now....

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no love no glory.....

2008-10-07T09:06:00.003+05:30

hey there,, everybody..its time to for me to write one again....yup i am here in the US now..experiencing a whole new world,,with a whole new world. Naaah,, for those who thought,, i will be talking about the west side story..be scared no more.I will be talking about nothing of the US in specific. And by the way don't always go by the titles of my posts...sometimes i am in the middle of some thought when i write the title,,and then i go on to write whatever comes to my mind..

So,,its one of those nights when i am really in need of writing something otherwise..its gonna reach the saturation point very very soon.

Hmmmm...its funny past few days...things have made me realised that the greatest shock that a man can get is when he realises his limitations....and even more when he realises them again and again......I dont know how hard it can be to read ayn rand...but the harder thing is to realise that you can't read it and more importantly can't understand it...and then going on to realise that you can't understand anything even other than ayn rand...

Sometimes "all of a sudden"..you get time to think...walking down the road,,or standing in a queue.."you start thinking"...and the strangest part is..you think of things that you normally dont want to think about..coz you dont know what to do about them...or may be too helpless to do anything about them. May not be a lost love..could be anything..but you think...and then...dont know what but something lets you see your whole life in a second..and before that second is over..the road has ended or its your turn at the queue.

Rock music is not anything about changing the world , nor is it about the change in the world...its about what has been static...throughout..its about that one second which had almost made your eyes wet. Its about that gaze that was directed towards the infinity. I listen to rock n roll...for that high...and the truth is I am always left unsatisfied..thirsty for more...

I can come up with innumerable definitions of Love...but none for a Lover...The definitions are variable...but the thing is Love is not variable but the Lover is...How hard can it be to not love your parents.....and how hard can it be to forget them. "I dont know and neither do I."

Who doesnt like jokes....and who wouldn't wanna make them..,,,but what if someday u realised that the one who makes all the jokes is called "a joker". Not that a big a deal...but then u go on to realise that a joker is meant to entertain and that he doesnt have a joker of his own.

Sometimes Surprises are pleasent and sometimes unpleasent ...but there are times when the wondering never ceases.

Destiny is something that..is amazingly incomprehensible...The sucking part is that I always know which way I am going..and yet I believe in destiny and yet I sometimes blame it despite the fact that I knew where i was heading to. But of course its only sometimes...the other times I can just sit n watch the show...which is "so full of some colors".

"Taking it easy" is one thing I have never advised to anyone and probably the reason is that i never knew what it means..and the truth is that i know now,,but since i have been avoiding it for almost all my life now,,I am too much a rookie for it..

I finally found in my mind what i had to write here...it took me all this to finally reach to it...."have you ever felt so miserable that you want to puke your tears out and then breakfree into nowhere"
Feeling miserable is not the problem....the thing is its an experience and a big one,,,A sense of humor is what got u into it and maybe a sense of ease will get u out of it and maybe there wont be anymore "maybe(s)" after that.

and there I am on the road again

ummmm...ummmmmm.....

2008-07-09T22:00:00.002+05:30

its nice sometimes to shut yourself up and
let the music do all the talking..;)

we shall overcome

2008-07-02T00:17:00.004+05:30

Come out upon my seas
Curse missed opportunities
Am I, a part of the cure
Or am I part of the disease

..................................-Coldplay

Often while talking to my parents I thought of others as - Why do they keep making the same mistakes...Why are they being so selfish....Why cant they be normal and fine people...as in why?..when we dont think ill of them..do they have to think ill of us...

Similar situations occurred while talking to some friends about some other friends..where I found myself to be in company of people who found me "good" and "highly sane"..compared to others.....

All this had bugged from time to time since early childhood..since i always thought if "everyone is everyone" then in that case they must also have the similar conversations with some people of their "sphere"..and eventually be recognized for their goodness and hence if they are good..then what am I?

Now this wasnt much of a problem since i pretty soon realized that different people have different meanings of whats good and whats not....
Now this in itself was a major major discovery for me..and a hell of a problem too....as in if there are different meanings then what should I choose...

This is made very simple for me by newspapers and other media...and i finally found myself a perfect categorization for nearly everything...- Majority vs Minority

I see "India TV" and i see what i call the undisputed winner of "the biggest bullshit of all times" hall of fame...and then my Media savvy friend 'anika' calls me and tells that at India TV everyone has got a 100% raise due to market highest TRPs......I get it...they are the majority and i am the minority..

I look at Hindus getting all religiously sentimental at the mention of the "Setu Samudra" project with their religious crap of not breaking down.."lord RAM's gift to mankind"....without realizing how much fuel that project will save India every year...I get it...they are the majority and i am the minority..

I look at everyone talking about doing something for the betterment of the society and doing something for the mankind...and yet i see more than a million dying every year and just about a handful bothering to donate their eyes...(they wanna see the heaven when they reach there)....i get it...they are the majority and i am the minority..

now this one may seem a bit strange,,but what the hell...I talk to people...I talk to a guy...a Haryanvi guy.. A JAT or A GUJJAR maybe.. he talks to me as if he's doing me a favor...He speaks shit...I pull myself back...I LET IT GO..he rejoices over his "success" and i pity him for his "Sick and tiny" brain...nothing changes....He is a king in his brain...and i think i am still sane....and then i think the only truth is..."nothing changes"

I sometimes long for the time...when everyone will be the majority and no one will be the minority....i pray for the day when i shall overcome and they shall overcome...when "we shall overcome"...the day when the majority will start to think before they act and the minority will act rather than just BLOG..i wish that time will come when we shall overcome...

I look at the Love of my life....she says.."you'll move on"...i cant say anything...and i know...somehow....she's the majority and i am the majority....and i guess our love is the minority

yes i get it now....

flick.....

2008-03-25T23:15:00.003+05:30

Prologue

"Comprehend"

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Fast

Too much food-- coke--pick up date--30 kms

Sunday morning--waking up at 8 for kid's function

fastest- getting involved in a road-side feud over a scratch on your car.

Slow

Too much food-- coke--donate some money to an NGO--30 kms....maybe some other time

Sunday morning--waking up at 8 to watch the republic day parade...next year..

slowest-- getting involved in a recovery task to a wounded man lying road-side...not my headache

Testosterone
skirts--short skirts-- very short skirts--long legs..wow

smile--evil smile...wow..

touch..voice..eyes...man..i love everything...makes me high....

Testosterone

Skin- 10 year old-- Rape

Skin- daughter in law-- abused- father in law,husband,,,,,,,,,,

Skin- lots of skin......

Love

"I love you"
"I really do"
"I always will"
"I will"

Love

" me too"
" me too"
" me too"
" yeah..me too"

Music

"rock"
"metal"
"alternative"

Music
"old hindi"
"new hindi"
"himesh reshamiya"

Music
"i like all english songs and i hate himesh reshamiya"

Lingo
"'sup"
"mah"
"ma"
"shades, glares, wires, lap , lingo, man!!"

Lingo
" i can't survive in here"
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Epilogue

"Wake up...........sometime"

If i had just let it be..it would still have been a blank line but what can i do- i just think too much

2008-01-21T23:22:00.000+05:30

I have reserved this blog for some so called out of the box thoughts that often come to my mind and maybe this new post shits the same stuff too.

Now..sometimes we see something and we say.."wow"..and other times lets say 10 years down the line..we see somethng of that sort again and we say.."what crap"...accompanied by a "what a fool was i"..or somethng like that..

I (maybe WE) have heard wise men say "your heart/mind/soul/etc is your best friend..that is--whenever in doubt ask your heart/mind/soul/etc and you'll get the right answer". Now I(/we) have tried this a lot of times in the situations which demanded such "righteous" intervention and yet I(/we) have realized later that we made a mistake.

I have always wondered that if god/something wanted the world to be equal and behave as equal beings then why did he/she/it create so much differences amongst the beings. If however what all created is indistinguishable to him/her/it then why did he/she/it gave us(or whomever)the brains to figure out differences.

I(/we) have seen that as much as I(/we) try to be neutral and blame myself(/ourselves) for something,, i(/we) still want some defense on my(/our) side too--be it self weaved mental defense or even creating an environment such that people around me(/us) come to my(/our) defense.
AGAIN--this defense thingy might be just too much for me(/us) sometime..as in I(/we) could really be right on some issues. Still I(/we) want to first blame myself(/ourselves) and then get the defense mechanism working.

I have always wondered why the learned HINDU leaders have had a strong opinion against COW slaughter...and have been so ignorant to other animals....(yes i do know the gaay hamari maata hai stuff)

I am very patriotic and i fail to understand why--since i very well know that country borders are mere lines on the maps.

despite (or "since" maybe) belonging to the 21st century i still consider myself a wannabe in some way--see i leave no stone unturned in little justifications,,i could have ended that sentence with wannabe FULL STOP...but being the I that I am..i had to add IN SOME WAY.

Now this may be totally exclusive but i have never really felt tensed in my entire life...and yes i don't count Exam/Result fevers or heartbreak traumas as tensions.

I(/we) often look up to others but don't really make any efforts to match them.

Sometimes i really admire someone for some of their qualities but don't really appreciate it to the extent that it may deserve.

If I end this Post right here it would be a NO-smoking(the movie) of sorts....but still, people would find ways to derive something out of it.

Wait,Did i say if?

Of Marriages, Relationships, Divorces, Sex and ETC.....

2007-10-23T00:59:00.000+05:30

marriages

If you love someone (whatever definition of love, you relate to) then what is the volume of need you feel to get married.
Now "getting married"-- isn't it simply giving a name to your relationship. Some of you might differ here--with all your inputs comprising attributes like Caring, Sharing and that all important Responsibility..(fuck!!)...yeah so...isn't a
relationship already composed of all these things..coz if it isn't..then whats the worth of such an aspect which only works with a 'Label'...phew!!

anyways does saying 'i do" guarantees everything that a marriage promises....well it may..but read that one more time...just mere saying "i do"..does the job?....as in even if someone doesn't say it but means it--isn't it still efficient...(fuckin losers cant even say the two words.....phew!!)
the other way round...haven't you come across like a whole brigade of people who are always ready to puke out the two words every single time...as if in a cold they would may be sneeze out..."..aahh aaahh aahh I DO...."( fuckin emotional audience...ready to watch yet another saas-bahu soap)
can't two individual simply be for each other...be married rather then wedded...simply be themselves and yet ONE....do they really need a TAG (that doesn't even carry a guarantee card)..(even my lame phone carries that)

relationships

a relationship requires two or more individuals
-- really???........phew!!!
now when a guy decides to be in a relationship with a girl..(all discussions in the popular genre...besides i can't even think any gays or lesbians who would read this)...yeah so when a guy decides to get into a relationship(read: romantic relationship) with a girl...isn't the prime reason for the same is that...he finds comfort in her..as in open up your eyes mates...if you find comfort in playing guitar its just like that...the difference being...with the guitar..you really wanna co-exist with it and you either do or you do it to some level..its never the case that you don't....while with that girl/boy..its like i am tryin..lets see if it works out,,(and besides i always have other options)...relationships..with siblings,,friends,,in laws..or whomsoever...is like--depends on the taste....i only like butter scotch.....phew!!...

Divorces--

this one's too simple...
marriage-- I Do
divorce-- Do I ???
...in other words, ideally one should really divorce oneself to be married rather than wedded ...if "ideally" means anythning

Sex--this one's just for the heck of it
what is the difference between sex and making love-- majority in some recent poll says that the former is more enjoyable..coz it has 100% concentration...while making love is way too emotional----(why would you wanna make love and yet not make anything out of it..)
Sex ain't any price paid by anyone...it shear is a bloody best entertainment (plus a non-harming) one could ever have..so it isn't anything like..all these years..i have been sleeping with that asshole husband of mine cause he's been payin my bills right....forget it miss Mrs. ...way too lame...

ETC
p.s.--i have never been married..nor have had a successful relationship...my divorce status can easily be calculated...still a virgin..
and yes....i think a lot...and am reasonably good at extempore....

can we make an entertaining movie now?..( fuck you--those who understood what this was all about)

just a thought.................well just another thought

2007-08-30T23:01:00.000+05:30

well i promise you folks that this one aint gonna be something to follow the legacy of "the generation crap"...
psst...i guess some of you might just wanna forget such thing too (that u even read such kinda stuff)
yeah so just the other evening i was thinking about stuff..n more stuff when then something like this struck my mind....
i have always wondered pitied and had taken interest in the lifestyle of the blind people....
but i think my wondering and pity are just a part of the way the society acts towards the blind...
well this article is especially meant to talk about the blind and not any other sort of physically disabled people because blind people are disabled in a very different manner as compared to people with other disabilities.

well people i believe that if this world the non-blind people acted with a little more sense with the blind...i think life would have been a little more relaxed and a little less complaining for them(the blind)
i think the upbringing of the blind is done in a set manner..the start of which includes telling them that they have a disability that they cant see

"NOW,,when a child is born he/she doesn't know what it is to see, hear, talk or taste or whatever till he/she does all those things and is told that they have done all those things."
now i am not gonna explain that quoted text i just mentioned coz that would be very lenghty to do so...
now assuming that u got what i wrote i am gonna go forward with my thought...yeah so..i believe that if the blind is never told that he is blind as in that he has the disability of not seeing things...coz mind it he/she doesnt know what it is to see....and he is left in ignorance that the world is like this only and all the people are like him/her with the same capabilities...then in that case the world might be a little positive and comfortable for him/her.
as in taking the ever-existing scenario where the blind are told about their disability they still find their way out to survive in this world,,i mean its not that they depend totally on the support of others..as in they find their ways to help themselves...
So if they still do that under the positive feeling that they are the same as everyone else and that everyone grows up helping each other..(coz then they will think that their aiders also were aided once) ALL this combined with their fighting spirit can do much better things to them and their life,,,,at least this is what i think and believe

now some of you might think that this all is might be good catchy stuff to write in blogs or speeches or whatever...but its not feasible to do such stuff in real life as in they(the blind) might ask you how are u able to drive a car and i can't and many more things like that....but then we all are humans and we all have a tendency to figure out things...and besides--its just another thought

the generation crap

2007-08-15T00:55:00.000+05:30

oh my god--i think this was the kind of reaction i had to myself when i read that ketchup script post of mine...what the fuck,,,
as i surfed through other blogs written by other people over various other aspects....
i realized something about the general mindset of the this-generation people..(as in people who write these blogs---yeah it includes people like me too)...
there's a general feeling of some kind of chin-up attitude in people when the fill in their blogs or for that matter even when they fill in the "about me" sections of their profiles on various web communities like orkut etc....
as in it looks like maybe the good usage of words is aiding us to score some points or in some way making us look superior or whatever..(if u cud get what i am trying to say)
sometimes i really feel that this "generation" considers itself far more superior and intellectually advanced over the previous generations at the time when they were the same age as that of those whose who write these blogs are....
maybe these are just my views but what the hell i can write whatever the shit i want to,,;)

ya so back to my topic.."the generation crap"--it really makes me pneumonic whenever i read any such stuff or even write any such crap myself...as in its pathetic..just for the simple reason that people have got this media in their reach they use it for god knows what all--i really don't know much about the previous generation folks but i do feel that even though they were not as well equipped with such kind of an interface yet they would have been more successful in their quest for exploring their intellect....
as in its really a "crap world" out here....people aged 18-24 writing "what not" on the life they live...writing poetry like me...writing long passages such as these and all that crap...
i think half the times their explanations,,questions..answers,.the world is a fucked up place and a puzzle not easy to be solved theories..make less sense to those who wrote them than to the "discombobulated" readers...yeah u would find words like those too in many of the textual extravaganzas

though these "things" they(or lets say "we"..) write make sense sometimes too...but the question that miffs me is why?,,,why are these things being written about the things we don't even understand...as in its too premature to write or say anything about them...
lemme give u an example..the other day i read a whole page post written by a 20 yr old girl on "life"..and i got just 3 words to say after reading all the shit that she had offered--ha ha ha....yeah thats it..as in i myself don't know much about life's theories and here is someone...who out of her 20 yrs on this earth didn't even know how to spit properly for the first 10 yrs of her life and spend the next 5 yrs learning that...and with a GIGANTIC 5 years of experience is ready to pass judgments on the ups and downs of life...
i don't say that writing such things or blogging like this is bad or unjustified or whatever...but i do think that the cause or the motive of such writings or speeches for that matter,,is just not the worth..as it might be taking away the innocence that a someone possess way too soon...
i mean---what the hell...forget what i mean...
i am pretty sure i don't need to write more as the much intellectual readers community would have come to know what the fuck this was all about....
hell--just look at this...another page full of "the generation crap"----

what the fuck!!!

the ketchup script

2007-07-16T23:33:00.001+05:30

well just the other day at nakul's & khullar's birthday party most of us ordered pizzas and lara & kams ordered pastas...
there were like 6 different types of pizzas and as i mentioned 2 different pastas
there was a bottle of Heinz tomato ketchup on our side of the table and another side where karan, purva etc were sittin'
As it is the food took around 30 minutes to be served to us and besides we were really hungry.....
the pastas arrived first..lara's was with the mushroom sauce and kams's was somethin' red.(i dont remember the name)...
in about 5 more minutes the pizzas were on the table too....swati,mukky etc having non-veg and others like me n priyanka had veg. and yes how cud i forget there were Garlic breads too...
As everyone gulped in huge chunks of the pizzas & some like kams slurped in the pasta while saurabh , jatin , n I decided to feast upon the garlic breads first,, i couldn't help but notice the movement of the ketchup bottles throughout the table.
If my observation was correct almost no one did ever had a bite without the ketchup with it.
It was like the ketchup had the most of the importance,,sometimes more than the pizza itself.
I wasn't able to analyze myself as in what the hell was i thinking...
i decided to put to rest my nonsensical thoughts and gulped in a thick piece of the double cheese pizza with some ketchup
Then don't know what got into brain i decide to give ketchup a miss for the next bite.
hmm....the next bite didn't taste bad...well it wasn't bad at all...infact it felt pretty ok..
then i decided to repeat this for the next bite too..this time also it didn't feel bad..it was pretty much ok but somewhere i felt the need of the ketchup
now i decided to repeat this again with the third consecutive bite...
NOW,,,,,this time the pizza tasted pretty much ordinary and it was like no..i didn't order this...so i then decided to end my sans-ketchup movements and ate the rest of the pizza with all the ketchup i wanted.
Another interesting thing i noticed was that whether it was the double cheese pizza or the chilly onion or whatever..once i applied ketchup to them and took them inside my mouth they pretty much tasted the same,,,ya mushrooms on one and capsicum on the other did make a difference but then u can get whatever toppings u want...on whatever pizza u want.

Also another day the same kinda thing happened when i was trying to eat samosas at a nearby shop...i realized that the samosas weren't as good without the chutney(another kinda ketchup).
same with noodles and burgers and macronies and whatever junk food you can think of.
one thing was very common--these all needed ketchup and that too in the right amount..as in as much as you want...sometimes too much ketchup or sometimes too less of it spoilt the item's taste.
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To be less Shakespearean and more Chekhov i would like to 'elucidate' now the above text of mine.

Jack always had the fear that someday or the other he would get fired by his boss for arriving late at the office daily...how much he could try ..still he would be late daily by about 10 minutes....poor soul what could he do....his home was like a parade away and he had this old cycle to cover that distance. he always planned to save to get a new scooter or maybe a new motorcycle or even thought of shifting his place to some place near the printing press where he worked..but unfortunately all this was too out of his pocket...moreover all such overheads in his mind didnt allow him to concentrate properly on his work

and every day he went straight to the boss's room for the day's apology--although the boss liked him personally but he was a man of strict discipline so no apologies would move him...

same story -every day

one fine day--jack got fired
he was really sad,,,as he was packing his items from the desk to leave the office he cleared the table from various extra copies of pamphlets which had been published by him as part of his job that were circulated with the daily magazine.
he stood thunderstruck as he read the topmost pamphlet...he had never bothered to read or pay attention to it before
It said about a job of a licensed driver/delivery man who could deliver the evening newspaper to the out town....
that meant he could have left the press at regular time,,deliver the papers,, kept the delivery wan with himself at night and return with it in the morning to the press without getting late..
as he presumed the advertisement was a week old and the job had been taken up by someone else........

Priya never knew which time was the right time...she always made various excuses whenever Sam got too close to her and always seemed to get away with the situation.
She loved Sam but didn't want to make any physical relation with him as of now....instead she wanted Sam to pop up the question to her and then she would be ready for all of it....in her mind she was so ready to get married..but she didn't tell that to Sam.. instead she would always ask Sam to take her to the most pinkish of places where romance was the fragrance of the air...but to her disappointment Sam would again wanna get too cozy and too much into her..and again the same old parry the blow stuff..
It had been 6 months of this stupid game of hers...and she wasn't able to make Sam propose her for marriage....
she sat down in her chair and thought about Sam.....
then she got up and phoned Sam...
within 15 minutes Sam was at her place...
they closed the lights and finally Sam's wish did come true......they made love...like the way Sam has always wanted...and Priya..well she was really happy and shy at the same time...but a smile though being there on her face still she felt that she was lacking something..the feeling she always wanted to feel...just then...she saw Sam reaching his wallet---wow,,,he took the ring out,,and symphony played through her heart and mind..........Sam had been planning this for long...he wanted to pop up the question just after they 1st make love................

well not even close to Chekhov but i think i made an effort to make my point even the exaggerated Shakespearean way......
The thing is,,,we all in our lives try different pizzas the thick
,,thin,,extra,,deep.....whatever and still end up searching for a new type
while the solution of all the problems lie in just one golden Rule:

'just get the ketchup right'