How Many Lives You Got!

Hey there readers,
Coming back after a long,long,long time!
But what counts is being back to blogs.
Feels like old time but new me a more mature or immature myself ..(i really don’t know)

Sometimes i feel in a hoard to get all the answers we tend to complicate-mess our lives more.The past few months have been quite tiring for my brain to be honest.
I was on hyper-active active mode for no specific reason at all.But the thing that hurts the most was the fact that why we complicate our lives for such petty things.
Now for some people these things can be about career,car,relationship,maybe your worries need to be mentioned here anyways man everything can be cramped to this one thing “Get busy In Life” cause trust me if your getting busy in worrying that means you have so much luxury time of worrying about the things that you are unable to worry about the real things.
Only one life man to live the adventure.
Only one way ticket to the a movie called life.Enjoy it and don’t worry about the movie cause its upto you,how you want the story line to be. You are the only director,only actor.

Anyways man hope you become the best version of yourself and not the same person who entered this earth and leaving as well.
And whenever you are happy don’t try to think of reasons to worry. Make it the other way round whenever worrying,find the one thing to be happy.
If you can’t find one at least appreciate the breath you are breathing,the air you are taking in,the same air which billions of humans are taking in.

Have a good one life.
I too am struggling but still appreciate the breath i am taking in.

Lastly one last thing

“How many lives you got?”
Do tell !
Waiting for your answer.

Memory : Cold Spine

So today (19th) I wasn’t able to sleep and, was trying to sleep from 12:15-1 am when fortunately my mom came in the room to switch off the fan.
I opened my eyes and ended my contemplation to sleep.
Anyways I knew this night I won’t be sleeping at all cause now with mom’s  intrusion I was awake af.
But mother time and again forced me to sleep… And I was left with nothing than closed eyes but an awake mind.
So the spree of thought started showering in and I held one of them and here’s the end result.
*Memories*
What forced/inspired me to write this is person by the name of Jeeveshu Ahluwalia, he is a comedian.
I was watching a video of his on talk show where he said some hardcore facts about life.
Like
*When u are poor ur dreams die first.
*He was broke when he started but ended up becoming BOD in a call centre with much property, tattoos, a big fat belly to his name at the age of 35
But he said he wasn’t satisfied or not fulfilled with this.
So he gave up all this and went ahead with his true calling..*Being A stand up comedian.

While living his life up until 35 he hadn’t had 35 memories that he could recall.
But now being 38 he could recall millions of them.

Hearing this I was taken aback and I introspected within self and started recalling some memories.
However I wasn’t able to.

But finally today at 4 in the morning while I wasn’t able to sleep  again and again I thought over this… Which is that memory that I have… Memory.. Memory… I need a fucking memory…

Then it struck me….
Back in 10th grade. I was 15 year old boy..no I was 15 year old robot who would go to school sit with the same guy on the very same desk every day, talk about same things with the same person over and over on a loop for over 2-3 years…
Anyways i wasn’t complaining so there’s no point of changing this routine.
Anyhow going to school.. Back home.. Lunch/Nap.. Tuition.. Back home.. Sleep.

But but but..
There was memory, an incident, a night out that made my robotic self to change.

It was winters cause I remember wearing  hoodie.
The tuition was over and it was 8 in the night.
On my way to home I was always accompanied by a sikh guy.. He was a chill cool guy
So the tuition was over now.
I was on the same route when the chill guy asked me to come with him to a friend of his with whom he had some urgent work.

*I usually had an instinct which always replies *No* to almost anything when another person asks for a favour.

But he kept on poking and I agreed finally.
(Even though there was nothing close to meeting a friend which the chill guy told me)
So first of all we reached BRS  nagar. Something I want to share I might not know my surrounding that very well as I know BRS nagar.. Thats the amount of gediyaan and petrol I’ve spend there.

Moving on we both reached our first destination.
The house had green walls.. Who fucker paints green.. Thats the worst color in the history of mankind.
We both entered, the atmosphere was homely.. Not the artificial homely but his mother was welcoming so was his sister.
We stayed there for almost an hour and I don’t remember anything except that his mother was teacher.. He was making a project wherein he did something.. Something with something.. Wrapper copper around.. And ignited the whole fucking thing and  there was gas emitted.. The whole veranda was lit up with light.. In the end he told me this experiment could be life saving since the gas emitted is not a normal gas that was ozone.
I was thrilled to see this..

Later his little sister constantly poked him to prepare her project which she needed to submit tomorrow.

Somehow both of them the chill guy and his friend made another plan to go to another friend’s place who lives somewhere around PAU.

I knew I had no business there but the chill guy was a sikh boy and he could persuade anyone.

So chalo chaleh PAU friend seh mileh.
*I was 10th grader hadn’t been out of the house after 8 pm and it was already 10:30 pm. I checked my phone and there were calls… Yes *calls*..

So here it was all there of us the chill guy and his friend on one activa and me driving solo.

We were about to enter  PAU
But neither me nor the chill guy had the pass for entering PAU.
Where I was tensed what will happen when the guard asks for the passes… What will happen.. What will happen.. Kya hoga mera.. Meh To Gaya.. Heh bagwan

But the chill guy got both of in. #Backchodi
Winters time, late in the evening 10:30.. And open wide roads of PAU… What else bc??

Moving on..
I dont remember the gate no. But there was nescafe on our right… Many grounds of volleyball.. Football.. Athletics on our left. *If u have visited PAU u would know this road.

Moving on.. Nd.. On…. On…….
I am terrible with remembering roads so, no idea how but we entered the kabristan(Graveyard)  through some roads in PAU
And honestly.. The air was cold.. Only two activas on the road..I was driving solo.. Both those bastards had company of each other .. Considering I wasn’t able to stop my mind from wandering and ultimately I was scared to death when I saw through my back mirror on the activa.. I felt someone was sitting on the rear seat of my vehicle.
But now when I look back.. All I can say Is what big douchebag I was back then…

*I started murmuring  the lyrics of bohemia song.. *Nashe ch gadeh marran kabristan deh

That gave me strength to move forward.

Now the chill guy was filled with infinite stories to tell.. But trust me they were so vague that even 15 yr old me couldn’t believe that shit.. So there’s no point in sharing them.

Finally we reached…
The friend number 2 house.. It was a great place right in the middle of the forest in PAU.. but the time was 10 and there was no one around so his house reminded me if the old haunted house in the middle of nowhere.
All three of us entered..
And A big black dog starred right at me.. No he wasn’t starring at the other two.. Kyu bc??
And the usual way.. I jumped and ran around the house.. The dog chasing me.. The owner was smiling throughout the whole process and kept saying *kuch ni karega
So I gave up and I was mentally prepared to be bitten by this asshole dog..
But yes, nothing happened.

Again this visit lasted over 1 hour.. TV.. Chips.. Laughing.. Me checking and counting the missed calls of mom.. And lastly me and the asshole dog kept exchanging looks

I called my mom..
She was surprisingly calm..
I gave my explanation.. And since dad wasn’t home.. So yeah bruh I had the visa to come home late.

While leaving the house number 2… all three of them decided to eat at LC.
Yes sometime ago there was a diner with this name.. But since it was way too similar with KFC.. So it didn’t had much success…
But fortunately all four of us had the privilege to eat there.. It was in the main sarabha nagar market.

Taking the same route through kabristan.. But this time my guts were on another level cause I wasn’t driving solo.. Fully occupied activas.
*Kahan hai bhooth aa samneh bc!!

Finally we reached LC.. It was very late hour were the only customers there… Plus All four of us pure pure non veg..
Burgers, fries, chicken
Then came the time to pay… I was always running low on money when I was young.. Nothing of any specific issue.. Cause back in those day I was very much influenced by the term *saving.. And I would always calculate how much I would get If I invest the money rather than spending !!

Anyways somehow the bill got paid.. And I was the one taking majority share in eating.

Food was
It was late.. Bhoth late.. Late ka late.
First we dropped friend number 1 and 2 at former’s place.
But when we entered the homely atmosphere of friend number 1 had turned into a volcano.. The little sister of his was crying.. Saying tuneh mera project nahi banana.. Cries.. Cries.. Cries… Tuneh mera Project nahi banaya

Plus the mother was fuming… Not exaggerating anything but indeed I wanted to run.. Run.. Run
Her mother refused to allow friend number 2 to stay at her place.. #Lol

The chill guy came in and gave reasons as to why we were late..
While he was talking the doggie of friend number 1 came and started sniffing my feet.. This doggie was very nice.. Obedient.. It was one those hot dog style dog.

Anyways the mother was looking at us and we took leave.
By the way I thought it was not only in my household that my mother is constantly nagging me to come home…Sabkeh yahi haal hai.. Accha laga dhek keh.. Faith restored.

So now I was on my activa whereas the chill guy and friend number 2 on the other.

Again going back.. Taking the scared heart school route.. The skating stadium.. Kipps market.. PAU Photostat Road.. Rose garden.. KVM school..

And I was home..
Rang the bell.. Mother was coming.. Her hands crossed.. Opened the gate
The only thing she inquired was about food.. Am I full.. What did I had in the dinner.. What else do I want to eat now???

Yes, chicken, nothing
I said and dozed off to sleep.

i’m 20 now …one memory posted 19 to go…

Books

This blog would cover the books which i have read in past. Books have always helped me/assisted me in many things. So they do occupy a certain place both inside me and my shelf.

So how come i got interested in reading?

this is a question which can’t be answered simply by saying “i find reading interesting and more fun than doing other things” Trust me if someone answers this to the above question then, surely he doesn’t have that zeal for reading.

Back to my answer i was never interested in reading anything …seriously nothing…i used to yawn big  whenever i use to think about anything but reading and that has reflected in my teenage years.

Why am i saying teenage years?

Because not every child has the universal knowledge about how to be,what certain things to say ,what not to say,how to behave among girls,not to take things so seriously …

So yes i did struggle with hell many things while i was growing up like i remember my heart pumping  so fast whenever a teacher used to call my name in the class…i remember taking simple kind gestures of girls towards me as in they are attracted to me which ultimately costed my friendship with them….i remember being too shy among girls, and even though some were genuinely interested in me but i used to run away from that situations which obviously costed me some great opportunities.

Anyways, life goes on …many new places to go …many new people to meet…so much food to try …no fucks to give …and most importantly never letting that *curious* self die  within you ..whether it asks you to do some silly things …whether it asks you to go and talk to the girl …whether it asks you to try new things like beer (even though nobody in your family drinks)….and the list goes on …just don’t let the pressure of *what will they say* get better of you

God Damm …i came here to write about the books i’ve read (i noe sh!t happens)

Lets get to it ….

So these are the list of book i’ve read in my whole life…and funny thing is majority books are only 6 months old and here comes the BLOG…

The list shows the book i have read, not ones i am currently reading…and i would try my best to go down the memory lane and write about how i felt about them….

(And listing to *Rivers* by  thomas jack is never good …its keeps on looping whenever u want to concentrate on something)

*HALF-GIRLFRIEND*

I remember browsing through an online store …and this book pops up that too for pre-booking. I still have no idea as to why i ordered it but yes …this is the first book i read . Half-Girlfriend by chetan bhagat. Considering it was my first novel so i had null expectations from it. Also one more things that influenced me to read this was the sheer fact that i watched *Two states* just a few days prior to ordering this.

Anyways, i loved the book when i read it. It had its share of twists,youth,sex and most importantly happy ending at the end . And i could flaunt among others that yes i have read this book …cause the kind of hype this book created just after its release was incredible and the one who read it had the license to fault their reading skills. But I felt the story wasn’t that magical, so before reading this do look for other options.

*overall i don’t recommend this to you*

Raakshash –  Prakash Jha

 I remember ordering this one, just because it was reviewed in a local newspaper and after reading couple of romantic novels, I needed this to be my next read. Its based on a serial killer, why he became such a person, what things he went through in childhood, and finally how he got arrested. A great read BTW, takes you through hell of emotions. But after reading other books of the same genre I would say  this book was moderate in comparison to the rest.

*I Too Had A Love Story

Well, my only reason as to why didn’t recommended you Chetan Bhagat’s half girlfriend was simply because of this book. A great story written by Ravinder Singh. This was the first work of his which I read, and I’m glad. Amazing story by him. How did he met the love of his and why the title says he *Had a love story *. I liked the way his book started off with sights of his college reunion, then how he met the girl, what happened next and other things that led to such beautiful work. I read this last year so I am not able to recollect the fine details but of course the book takes you through spree of emotions and the end leave  you with a mysterious/sad/satisfying feeling.

 *Revolution 2020

Well, firstly I didn’t bought the book. But a  good friend if mine gave this to me, when I told her I am interested in reading novels by Bhagat. She suggested me this and later texted me she’ll bring this for me tomorrow. The sheer fact was that I wanted to read more of Bhagat’s work.  This was was Bhagat’s third work which I was reading, and I did like the book cause of two reasons. Firstly I wanted to make a good first impression on her. Secondly and most importantly it wasn’t all sex,  which contrary to notion that all Bhagat’s work is explicit . An inspiring story of how a middle class child got hold of millions. An amazing story of three friends and the what happens when life overtake. A tale of two friends where one finds nothing wrong in wrong and the other fights for it.

*Stranger –  Trilogy

Romance, mystery amazing read but to to grasp the  whole story I had to cover three books. Initially I thought of reading the part one only but somehow I got attached to the parts and finished the trilogy. Great read I tweeted about my progress on the book and the author Mr. Novoneel Chakraborty he showed response on my tweet. Anyways three book takes a hell of reading and mind fucking twists till end but all in great to say least. Easily the best thriller to read people.

Do read this so we can workout some tricks given in the book.

*Alchemist

That’s right I read this *Book of literate* as well and not once, not twice but whole fk three times. But every time I read it I felt  either the book has changed or have I grown up. Either way nice, pleasant read. A complete family novel. No sex, no lifting nothing to please  your imagination. Keeping personal desires aside i would say I don’t like the non-fictional work by Mr Panlo cause for one sole reason of following our passion I don’t like reading the whole book.

What else I can write about it, well the sheer nonsense I got to know in the end of the book.

Now here’s the list of the books which I didn’t mentioned earlier..

*Love me I am broke

*Perks of being a Wallflower (Amazing book)

*The power of your subconscious mind(Thumbs up)

*Fault in our stars(Naa)

*Who will cry when you will die (Must)

*Sorry, You Are  Not My Type (Average)
And here are the ones which are in progress

Captive in dark

After reading all these lovely novels. I always wanted to read some dark romantic novels.. And when I searched my wish on Google this book pops up on the top. So In no time I decided to order it but unfortunately it costed over 500 bucks for the paperback edition but fortunately it was free for the kindle app edition. Damm right your boy downloaded the kindle edition and I have read over 40% of the book.. And trust me these dark romantic novels are no joke especially this one. With some brutal scenes  written with such mindfuck emotions makes you feel brutally bad for the girl.. The way his master treats her. The pendulum of emotions that one goes through is something not everyone likes. But still a refreshing story makes you broad minded about life and fills you with some important life lessons.
*And then there were none

Every Saturday there comes a list of top 10 reads both fictional and non- fictional.

And this book featured in that list for straight 4 weeks, giving me enough reasons to read it.

I have read  about a quarter of this and I can’t say decide whether I like it or not there are parts where I feel like I have wasted money cause there are 10 names which comes simultaneously and each 10 of these charters have a different story attached to them so all in all while reading the story you have keep track of the names and the respective  story which is backing that character and to me that’s soo much to ask. But there’s always good in something and I have to find what’s that in this.
Thats it folks, people, humans…

Thanks for your time.

I still remember I started writing this particular post about two weeks ago. And finally done with it. It’s funny how *tomorrow never comes* is actually true.
Do mention the books which you  have read in the comments below.

Happy Saturday. *Coffee

Welcome

So just finished my workout…doing home workouts cause, no time nor the money to join the gym..actually the latter .

talking about workouts …did good progress(actually, sweating right now while writing)

I am aditya verma,19 years old about to turn 20 in 10 days (wish me then), doing my third year of bcom. ,working of myself all the time ..say doing home workouts or practicing on my spoken english or being more confident in whatever field i am(but usually screws up !)

anyways why i am here ??

No idea, to be really honest …but yes there are things going on in mind right now,and maybe i am not able to stream them properly …so here i am to share myself with everyone with a view to connect with you …and also to get those thoughts out of system and share with you .

So done with the initial ice…

lets talk about today…

i’ve been observing something from the past lately that God does exit and whatever u wish for does come true…

well i was hustling  the whole month of june …in waking up, going for gym(2 hrs.) ..then for computer classes (2 hrs.) ..lastly for IELTS (5 hrs.) …god damm ..Fistly the june (month where we are supposed to lay all over the bed… i was attending these classes )

anyhow i managed that …then there were just 3 days left for my college to re-open and my dad calls up …and asks me to do some “Work”

let me define what “work” he was talking about…

i had to go to Vodafone store to pay a bill…then port that number to Airtel..(seems not so tiring but….wait for it)

i went to the store ..paid the bill ask the executive to activate the number ….”sir it will be activated within 2 hrs.” their obvious response(fuckheads !) ..so believing their typical answer i went home…after 5 hrs… i tried calling my dad …and my cellphone answers back to me ” Yeh suvidha aapkeh mobile peh laggu nahi hai” BC! …i felt disgusted as hell

Day 01″Work” ended

Next day …back from my computer classes ( Yes they are still running)

at 1 pm (prime time to sweat …and smell terrible)

i again went to the Vodafone store …asking them the f reason for not activating the number

after waiting patiently…

“yes sir how may i help you” she said..

“****###**^^*” i said inside my head

“The number hasn’t been activated ..its been over 24 hrs.” i said

“Whats your number”

“hmm yes sir …we didn’t filed the complaint correctly …it will activated within next 10 mins”

see there are many things i do shamelessly …but replying back to a women ..no ..no..no..no.

i gulped my pride in …bid her goodbye “Ok sir” she said in reply

 

Day 02 of “Work”over

i noe its getting frustrating but trust me what you reading i did that physically not virtually.

Moving on with life ..same routine …came back from computer class (there was one girl there jikeh liyeh hum wahan jateh thee …aaj pata chala uska Tally course pura hogaya *Cries)

Went to vodafone store again..

the executive who promised  to rectify everything was genuinely shocked to see me again.

After waiting impatiently….

i came to know the real f reason behind all this…and it had nothing to do with me nor the vodafone people.

it was my dad’s fault ..and i was used as a shield to cover  that shit for him…but eventually it came out..

there was another number whose bill was still pending to be paid,but my dad refused to pay it cause he said he didn’t used that number for even a penny …but  the vodafone people charged 350 bucks for it…out of frustration my dad didn’t paid that which eventually forced the vodafone people to deactivate my number as well…(Case Solved)

Phew !! finally

i paid the former’s bill ..and the latter got reactivated.

(as i am writing this my mom is forcing me to eat food ..can’t neglect the orders..)

so to wrap up all this ….my 3 days prior to college went like this …but …but …but

 

TO TOP ALL THIS I RECEIVED A TEXT FROM MY BEST WALA FRIEND THAT MY SECTION HAS BEEN Fing CHANGED ..AND ALL THE GIRLS ARE IN “A” SECTION AND I WAS ALLOTED “B”….

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.KYU BHAGWAN KYU!!! *Drought

Lets see how *First day in 3rd year goes*

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If you have made it this far ..i appreciate you and your time…

Feel free to mark your attendance in the comments below…and lets get to know each others life’s better ….cause social media has literally made face-to-face conversations very awkward …and i want you to start blogging as well cause when we meet ..we can have a lot to talk about

 

thats it folks…peace …health to you and all

 

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