Sun will rise from South - "Abhyudaya - 2008 "

IFMR Times, News Network
Local Correspondent, Chennai

On Second Feb, "The Sun will rise from South".

Though it is an intellectual phenomenon rather than being a celestial one.

Our news correspondent from Chennai reports that Sun is all set to rise from South on 2nd of Feb as students of IFMR (a leading B School in Chennai)will be celebrating the third edition of their Annual National Level B School Festival Abhyudaya.

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Human civilizations have risen and fallen. From Cesar to Alexander, and Chandragupta to Akbar everybody had to see the end of the day. Their empires extending from one corner of the world to another corner finally came to an end. Nothing was spared not even the mighty 'English Empire' where the 'Sun' never use to set. Things do change as 'change' is the only constant force which is omnipresent around us. However there is something which hasn't changed. Since time immemorial he has been rising every day without fail. He has been here, there and everywhere and have seen it all but never boasts of his mighty powers. he can overpower anything or anybody with display of even 1% of his energy but prefers to remain calm and quiet throughout the day. He seems small and vulnerable from a distance but nobody can even dare to rise to his level. Everyday he starts his journey from East and travels all day to set in the West only to give rise to a brighter tomorrow. In a period of 10-12 hours he refills the depleting energy levels of the nature around us without demanding any attention.

Simple things around us really go unnoticed sometimes. By Abhyudaya, we are trying since last three years to underscore the importance of the simple events like 'sunrise' around us. Through the 2 days 'extravaganza' we celebrate and salute the 'spirit' which is the source of all the energy and light around us.

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Be there to celebrate the spirit with us and well you might even walk home with a lot of cash stashed in your pockets.

Link to Abhyudaya blog here..

Letter to Aamir Khan..

After watching Taare Zameen Par, I couldn't stop myself from writing this letter to Aamir Khan. If you like some senti stuff then go ahead otherwise like typical blogpost of mine, it's long, boring and full of grammatical errors. And it doesn't even have the movie review.

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Dear Aamir Khan,

I really want to thank you for the masterpiece directed by you. As you haven’t directed too many movies, I hope you know it’s Taare Zameen Par which I am talking about. To start with, its one of the finest movies I have ever seen in my life and also one of the selected few I can relate to. Part of the reason is that I myself am dyslexic. Earlier, I thought I will write a review but now I have changed my mind as most of the people who read my blog have already seen the movie. So I thought to do something different and have decided to share my story with you.

The letters use to dance before me too and though over the years I can pick up their dancing pattern now, but still, I keep on repeating the same mistakes. Grammar makes no sense to me (even till now), I use to flounder with simple mathematics till I found one teacher like your character in the movie, who taught me how to solve geometry and trigonometry. He always use to say “that the fun is not in actually solving them, the real fun is in looking at these pictures and finding out what’s so different about them”. He has remained an important part of my life forever.

The last pages of my notebooks use to be filled with the different spellings of my name like Rajneesh, Rajnees, Rajnish, Rajnis, Rejnish etc. I use to mistake the ‘a’ sound with ‘e’ sound (well now I realize that that is the problem with whole of Germany). And the worse part was to confuse between the ‘sh’ sound with the ‘s’ sound and ‘we’ sound with ‘be’ sound (this continues even till now). My handwriting was something that I only could read. My cousins and sisters were really fed up of my ‘imaginative’ lies. I remember how I was sent to hospital from school for a sharp pain in stomach (I was of-course acting) but I am glad that my parents always encouraged my imagination. This helped me a lot in countering my fear for errors. Well, things improved without any external help. I slowly learnt how to paint letters, how to form the patterns and how to write within the margins. My strength was my imaginative and creative thinking which continues till now. And this gave me the confidence which later helped me improve.

However my parents finally decided me to put into a boarding school not because they were sick of complains from neighbours (they were proud instead) but because they wanted me to live away from some family problems. Well the boarding was really a good place to grow up. No, not because I had ‘Ram Shankar Nikumbh to take care of my dyslexic traits but yeah I had some really good teachers who taught me how to sing words. Suddenly all the words around me became beautiful. Though I didn’t get rid of my dyslexia completely, but I learnt how to do things on my own and how to enjoy life alone (Loneliness is something that I still enjoy). I was ‘the dreamer’ for my friends.

I went to a very competitive higher secondary school and I have around 60 -70 schoolmates who passed out of IIT and more than 100 went to IIMs but it was okay because I am still ‘the dreamer’ among my old friends. I was really lucky to have friends who always supported, encouraged and partnered with me in creating some small success stories (some were themselves having minor problems which they overcame so well).

I have been lucky to have parents who never pressed me to do anything. They never wanted me to excel in anything and were happy to see me doing just good My father was a bit surprised when he tried to teach me swimming and I failed to pick up. Despite being a champion swimmer himself, he never pushed me into swimming again. Frustrated and unhappy with my progress, I quit learning after a couple of days only to realize after 15 years that it’s not very difficult to learn swimming. The same thing was with driving. I never was able to comprehend the road signs properly; brakes and accelerator always confused me.

Having graduated from engineering college (without even spending 24 hours on a single subject) and now doing well with management education, I feel that it’s not very difficult to compete. Dyslexia is not a problem if you get the right support I still find it difficult to multitask between things and even three-four assignments together can give me sleepless nights (I can’t stand more than 2 windows open on my computer) but over the years I have learnt to cope up. People do point out my silly spelling and pronunciation errors all the while (which are of-course embarrassing).

The confusion between sounds ‘s’ and ‘sh’ and ‘b’ and ‘we’ still prevails but I have pushed myself much beyond ‘two dozen’ miss-spelt and wrongly pronounced words in my vocabulary. People always tell me that knowing your limitations and turning them into strengths is the key to success. As it is not always possible to convert weaknesses into strengths, I think that just being aware of them is enough. People have other strengths as well. In the words of Oscar Wilde – “Who wants a cynic who knows the price of everything but the value of nothing?”

I can never thank my parents enough for their support and encouragement. I know that when everyone around me are happy with my new job, my parent’s only fear is that this will take me away from them. The same thing goes about my friends. They realized my problems and were happy to live with it. Thanks to Piali (She is a major in brain and cognitive sciences from MIT and spent a summer at our college) who told me about Dyslexia and thanks to you Mr. Khan to have researched on the subject and not to make a mockery of a touching subject like this. I stand behind you in spreading the message that Dyslexia is not a problem at all.

I am an example.

What after Death of Benazir Bhutto?

The headlines of one of the popular newspaper of Punjab and Kashmir reads " Nazir ban gayin Benazir" (Nazir is now without any Nazir). Though more than 90% of the Indians have hated her for being a Pakistani and also for being a prime minister (well most of them admired her fair n lovely look though), but now we have a bigger devil to blame "Mian Musharraf".

This post is inspired by one conversation between several people in the TV room during dinner time. I am wondering that what are the gains for different people after her sad assassination? Have tried to come up with a list but mind it, it's not exhaustive.

Parvez saab - He will get a chance to showcase the terrorism in Pakistan and he will take no time to announce that it's a terror act and Pakistan is committed to weed the terror out of their country. This sad incident will increase their commitment towards the cause. However this incident also proves that Pakistan will not be able to fight on its own and they will need the cooperation of Mr. Bush and for that matter the dollar power. Just watch how Musharraf use this opportunity to increase the inflow of western aid coming.

Mr. 'The' Bush - The poor lady was forced to come back to Pakistan as she was promised an private audience with Musharraf saab on the negotiation table. Well, Bush ji will also repeat the same thing and probably will pledge more help to Pakistan. He needs Musharraf for his bigger plans like to dump their rusted fighter planes and infested wheat into Pakistan and he needs an Islamic partner to show that he is only against terror and not against Islam.

Nawaz Shariff - Though he might be fearful for his life, but this gives him a lucrative opportunity to unite both the parties and become the leader of the united opposition. And I think this is lucrative enough to take on some more assassination attempts in future.

Manmohan Singh - He will reiterate that how disturbing the situation has become and its in the interest of US to leave Pakistan. Well, indirectly this incident will give him another opportunity to sell the 1-2-3 deal to the fellow MPs. India needs more nuclear reactors and this will be possible only when they go ahead with the deal.

Well, these were the majority stakeholders and there are some minority ones too whose cries doesn't even matter.

People of Pakistan - Another reason to display their shock and disbelief over the current regime.

Hoodlums - will get their chance to loot as many shops as they can and ....

Bloggers all over the world will get their one 'extra' post.. May Benazir's soul rest in peace and may her dream for a democratic Pakistan come true... (the sooner the better)

I am an Infoscion finally ..

After 19 years of continuous education (1 year gap after higher secondary makes it 20) finally, I became an Infoscion by the virtue of getting placed in Infosys on the first day of our campus placements. The initial reaction after getting the news was of absolute frenzy with tight hugs and warm handshakes from batch-mates and then hours of phone calls for sending out the 'breaking news'. Well, quite a good news as my parents were waiting for this since last 3 and half years. They finally breathed the sigh of relief as this was a cue they were waiting for (they seems to have discounted the news that I was going to become a 'Sadhu').

For my close friends, this was the music to their ears because after one and half years I was telling them that I am back the world of "Information Technology". I was really sick of explaining the full form of acronym "IFMR" (Institute for Financial Management & Research which happens to be my MBA institute) to my friends so I started using the catch phrase ICICI bank which are among the promoters of the institute. So for all this while I sounded less like a student and more like an employee of ICICI bank. On one hand I was defending myself to the fact that my institute is not 'so well known' (even Indian Institute(s) for People with Money is more popular and they get more number of admission enquiries than us) and on the other hand I was trying to keep my confidence level high by assuming that "agar kuch naa hua to ICICI bank hai naa" just like their ad campaign "HUM HAIN NAA".


On the day of placements ICICI really showed that "They were there" by offering jobs to almost half of the batch (you can always play around stats isn't it?) but for me it was the time to make a brave decision by venturing out of the comfort zone and redeeming myself. Day 1 was Monday and that meant sleepless Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I was having 4 IT companies to choose from and after two 'natural rejections' I finally got to celebrate on Monday. It was more like a dream come true (more because I was dreaming about the interview scenarios since past few days hehe..). Well I was really happy to have accepted the offer.

And finally I am all set to join Infosys sometime after graduating from IFMR in April. Infy! I am coming but it will be really great if you people can tell me my joining dates, profile and salary because it seems that you change your mind in every other college.


Well, have to write a lot of interesting stuff from placements. So keep watching...

Beginning of an end..

Almost everybody is writing about Narendra Bhai Modi these days and literally nothing is left to write about him now. Thanks god! he doesn't read blogs or else he surely would have found a way to block the bloggers also. Now, when the new year is coming he will be again in news because two of the three ingredients of a good party liquor (Madira) and girls (late night partying) is already banned in Gujrat. Well with these two things absent from the normal lives, I wonder how reporters are still able to cook up a lot of 'masala' about him. Well, they sure must be working out of Gujrat (ofcourse they are)..

Media seems to be hurt by the victory of Modi though they are not candid about it but the 'sponsored blogs' conveys the same feeling. Congress can cry that it is the victory of Hinduism but they seems to forget that it's also the victory of Gujrati pride as well as of the development. The recent elections everywhere conveys the same mood of the electorate. People want development. Congress should do some introspection as they and their partners are loosing everywhere.

The India shining campaign failed last year as Gujrat and Andhra were big disasters. Somehow the stalwarts failed to read the mood of the electorate. But now the changing waves are giving away new signals. Anti-incumbency will definitely favor Chandra Babu and the same with Jaylalitha as in the wake of recent anti-Brahmin remarks made by Karunanidhi, Brahmins are getting united under one banner.

Anyways, to say that BJP will come back to power in the next union elections will be a long shot but if you see the latest election results then you'll find that the Congress is loosing their stronghold everywhere. Punjab, Bihar, Gujrat, Uttranchal, MP, Chattisgarh, Orissa, Rajasthan, Karnataka, Himachal (may be) and then if Andhra and Tamil Nadu comes under its fold, it will be definitely a cause of worry for Madam and Manmohan ji.

Narendra Modi is all se to to come back.. Congress is all set to cry "Fake, Fake"

The tide has finally eased out giving way to clear blue waters and more or less it seems out that Narendra Modi is the champion of Gujrat. Though Congress was able to put up a good fight (as portrayed by Media because none of the exit polls showed Modi to be the clear winner, though they all did gave him 90+ seats) but Gujrat's public pleaded their support with Narendra Bhai. Politics is really strange and the worse is that you have to go with simple majority. But the fact of the matter is that this is the least bad of all the alternatives available.

Congress have got a shot in their arms. Senior leaders of Congress announced that Modi will be brought under rule of justice if Congress comes into power but well now that have to wait and all these leaders have to bite their tounge before they speak. For Sonia, Manmohan and Rahul (poor people, well there is always a second time)

Ten Best Hindi Movies of the Year 2007 -" My List"

You'll find a very few compilations of the best Hindi movies of the year (there were not enough good movies either) and most of those list will be done by professionals so they will rather deal with the camera angles than the 'fun' value of the movie. Here is a list compiled by a fan of Hindi cinema who never mind shelling out his 'own' money to buy movie tickets and paying up to his nose for'"popcorns' and believe me it was really tough to come out with a list of good 10 because most of the releases this year were utter trash.

Well, I would admit that this list is based on my recall capacity (what I can't even recall was surely not worth spending two hours in a theater and getting frustrated over the air conditioning). So dear Himesh Reshamiya please don't mind not to be included here because it doesn't matter to you to figure in my top 10, you can always pay some fluent writer to write for you ofcourse. Anyways here is the list.. ( In alphabetical order**) and for those who don't want to read the post here is the posters arranged in the alphabetical order..

For the inquisitive types who love to read full blogs... go on..

Aaja Nachle - Good comeback by Madhuri Dixit. Though the script and direction was nowehere near good but atleast the director and producer knew that Madhuri's best part is her dance. Thanks god they developed the movie around the same theme and gave us a reason to visit theater.

Awarapan - After a long long time the serial kisser was casted in a role of killer (it's LL and not SS) and oh boy, he can act too. Better than the others if not a good movie.

Bheja Fry - Though a rip-off from The Dinner Game but still it sends out the message loud and clear that "don't mess with a stupid person" or you will get your hands full. Well, everyone laughed their heart out and the producers laughed their way to the bank. The trivia is that this movie was not even released nationally but that didn't dampen any hopes and it slowly spread the contagious laugh all over the country.

Cheeni Kum - Light comedy. Though it dragged too long in the second half but still worth watching once. Amitabh is great in his role.

Chak de - Nice movie on sports theme and the victory of Indian football, hockey, Cricket, Kabaddi team (yeah yeah I am making this last one up) helped to the cause of this movie. It carries on the stamp of a typical Hindi movie (the captain was allowed to play only in the semi-finals to break the man to man marking and she did it with style without match practice) anyways a good retreat for the movie goers from the boring and dull releases during that period.

Guru - Perhaps will be Abhishek's best movie till long time to come. It's called to be a portrayal of great Dheerubhai Ambani's life but then the set is from some South Indian village. Have some basic flaws in the script but the music does a leveling effect. Good movie.

Jab We Met - Good comedy, for a change Kareina's overacting was tolerable as it was the demand of the story. Thumbs up.

Life in a Metro - One of the best movies of the year with literally no star power. The movie rides on the shoulders of Irrfan, Konkana, KayKay and Shilpa. But according to me the best thing about the movie was "Kangna keeping her mouth shut". He he.. nice movie.. I almost missed it out.

Namaste London - The year of star comebacks, this was marked by the comeback of Rishi Kapoor. Well he doesn't have to speak enough in the movie but yeah set into the backdrop of Punjab and London, this movie has done well to impress the crowd and ofcourse me (I don't think it will feature in lists of too many people)

Taare Zameen Par - The best of the lot and my personal favorite ofcourse. Like a typical MBA I would have bought future options on this movie for it being one of the classics in long long time. I know, it might not be nominated for an Oscar (ofcourse not, we have just sent Eklavya hahaha) it might even not get a thumbs up on box office but this is one movie which has the capability to shake a million or two people from their deep slumber. A must watch for all the parents (young or old) and for all those who aspire to become parents (that pretty much covers the whole universe right? Okay take out a majority of non Hindi speaking population. Happy now?)

Well, well well yes I am a big fan of Amir Khan and not because he is fair, have six (four may be) packs and is rich but only because he is the best. He proves it once again by acting, directing and producing this movie at the same time.

Okay, now comes the funny part. Give yourself one point for the one you have watched. If you have got six or more its good enough (lucky enough to have saved around 12 hours of your precious time). Anyways don't try too hard to make up for the lost opportunity instead feast on the best 10 from Hollywood. Below is a list of 10 Best Hollywood releases of the year. The list is meticulously done (unlike mine).. Hahaha enjoy...

Ten Best Movies of the Year 2007

Love, Loose but Learn to Love Again..

This is the only short story I have ever written. Try reading it and if you are able to understand (my language flow) then I will pat my back (can't pat I know but ya khujli to kar hee sakta hoon..) hehe... Go on..

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Higher Secondary days are something hard to forget for anyone. Those are the days when we really form some strong memories. First bike, first accident, first experience of living out of home, first chance of being on your own, first crush, first love, first visit to disco, first drink, first suit and first of many other things. For this character of my story those were the days of many 'firsts' in his life. Light, camera and action. Kahani starts now.

On a hot summer day, I boarded a train to reach to my uncle’s place and who later enrolled me to a school which was famous for sending students to IIT and AIIMS. Honestly speaking, I didn’t even know that what those acronyms stand for but could hear everybody talking in some cryptic language and Everytime I asked something they would tell me that its either Chemistry or Physics. I thought that people there spoke only one language on the campus and that was Science.

Due to my poor comprehension abilities, I resorted to back bench but in a couple of days I realized that it was too dangerous to sit there because I had to share the last row with these two really naughty people who would keep chewing gums during the lecture and which they will later stick to someone’s dress. Now innocence doesn’t work when you are actually in the company of notorious people. I still remember that weird look that I use to get from 'girls of our class’ and worst was that guys also simply repeated the act. And talking about girls, Sneha was one among them. This is a universal truth that all the good looking girls of your school are always in the other courses but luckily god was a little kind to us. There were eight of them and all were pretty. With curly black hairs, dark brown eyes and a slender frame, Sneha was different from others (not just a figment of my imagination, she was really different).

Sneha was dominating in nature and part of it was explained by her good looks and a smile which can sweep anybody off his feet. In a voting process to choose class representative she got majority votes and given that there were 57 boys out of 65 her victory can easily be explained. At the same time I got this news that my mother met an accident and due to my mid terms exam I was unable to go home. So the falling health of my mother made me grow a shell around me as I tried my best to cut myself off from the world around me. I needed a friend to talk to and the best I could find was my inner-self. I started writing poems. I loved my mom and years of separation use to play on my mind sometimes. My poems had resonance of two emotions: my hunger for love and anger against god. I never thought that my poems will bring me closer to Sneha.

Though I preferred to remain silent and laid-back, my poems earned some publicity for me as many people turned to me for advice on personal matters. Surprisingly most of these personal matters involved Sneha. She really had many secret admirers and most of them turned to me for a shoulder to lean on. I don’t know why they all chose me for advice because for the first six months the only words that I exchanged with her were ‘Hi’ and ‘Hello’. I knew very little about her but I tried not to lie to anybody, I was just telling them what they wanted to hear. However the attraction of these boring counseling sessions were that most of them happened over good food at the place of my choice so this freedom of choice helped me a lot to put on some weight on my lean frame. I noticed two strange things in my behavior, I was opening up a bit due to all these conversations and I started getting interested in her.

Days and months went by and many people suffered many heart breaks during those passing days. And then one day it all happened suddenly in a purely filmy style (kahani hai bhai, don't start thinking that it's a reality!!). My roommate was out to gym and then I get a call with a couple of girls giggling on the other side and calling me names. “Hey don’t you recognize us? Idiot! Why you are acting like this? Come on you are not taking Naazish out for a date? This is not fair man, this is not done. You have to go; we all have promised her and now please say yes. You asked us to set this up and when its all done you are backing up, come on don’t break her heart, we all know you like her”.

I guessed that it was about Abhi (my roommate) and Naazish (one of our classmate). As I knew the background of the story I thought to play along a little while. So I didn’t utter a word for a while and then someone snatched the receiver on the other side and unleashed a flurry of adjectives well directed towards Abhi. I thought that it will be difficult for me to justify this to Abhi so in a plain cold voice I answered that this is not the actual person they intended to talk to. The line went dead. So this was my first brief encounter with the ‘tom boyish’ girlie Sneha Sinha. None of us thought that this brief conversation will change our lives.

She was apologetic for the whole day and I was enjoying every moment of it. In the evening we talked for about half an hour and that was my first interaction with her. Everything about her was amazing. She was witty, humorous, intelligent, confident and beautiful. At that point of my life, I needed someone to talk to and within a week of that first meeting, I started feeling some change in my behaviour. Consciously or unconsciously I was trying my best to get close to her. In library, in hallways, in the classroom, in lab everywhere, I was chasing her. The best thing that happened to me was that she knew it and silently approved of it. For the next few days, books will fall off her hands and I will pick them up for her, she will feel hungry at the break time and we would walk together to the corner restaurant, she will have doubts in some subjects and will call me to clarify them. And sometimes these calls will come after midnight and most often than not, the conversation deviate to "other things".

We started talking more often and that helped me a lot to take certain things off my mind. We use to go to shopping together just to sit in this ice-cream parlor where nobody ever bothered us to leave. Those were good times indeed. She would hold my hand and keep looking intently into my eyes. My feelings for her started growing in intensity. It was becoming increasingly difficult for me to imagine my life without her. Her personality started growing on me though slowly but gradually.

I never realized when my poems changed their shades to colours of joy and love. Sneha was painted all over them. I really started liking her a lot and longed to tell her this thing. So one day finally I confessed my feelings to her. Her face grew blank with a shade of pale yellow on them. Her bright eyes reflected fear and then a drop of tear trickled down her face. It stayed there for a while and waited for me to wipe her face clean. She didn’t cry but told me that she never expected a guy to say these words to her. I was the first one in her life to confess his feelings for her (pahla pyar, in a filmi ishtyle!!). But she needed some time to arrive to a decision.

We met after 3 days. I could tell from her face that she did not sleep last night; the dark circles beneath her eyes were testifying that. We waited for each other to speak and then I broke the silence with these words “Tell me dear, what?” After a brief moment of silence she finally uttered “I don’t know whether I like you or not, but I can’t imagine my life without you. I think we should give it some more time before we can take a decision. I promise I won’t disappoint you.” She was right. It was too early for us to decide as we were roughly 18 years old and higher secondary examinations were just round the corner.

The frequency of our conversations and even the duration decreased during exams. It was the day of the last exam and Sneha called me in the morning asking me to meet her in evening. I was leaving for home on the next day. Around 6 pm, Sneha knocked my door. She was holding a poster in her hand which she handed over to me and said she will call me later as her father was waiting in the car. They were leaving for a vacation. We shook hands and she left in a jiffy.

I came home and was happy to see that my mother was doing well. She looked happy and the feeling of happiness on her face was all that I was looking for. I let myself loose in her embrace. Those days were wonderful. She was feeding me with her hands; she was stroking my head and playing with my hairs at bedtime. I can say that I discovered my lost love, the love of my Mom (Comeon I was spending time with her after like 10 years). After 3-4 days, I called Sneha but nobody answered the phone. For the next one week, it was the same result. I rang up one of our common friends Reshu and asked her about Sneha. She also had no ideas about her whereabouts. I tried getting in touch with her several times but to no avail. She was gone, it felt like somebody wiped all her records clean. The feeling took some time to sink in and my college buddies helped me a lot in getting over that.

About four years passed after that . I was traveling to Delhi and as I was getting bored I decided to take a walk till the pantry car to fetch a bottle of Coke and water. While coming back, I noticed a known face. It was Sneha. I stood there for a while to see her raise her face above the book. Her eyes captured my gaze and stayed there for a while. There were question marks all over my face but her face was blank as if pleading not to ask any questions. I felt something on my shoulders. I looked at the guy standing behind me he was Abhi my roommate asking me to make way for him. Abhi looked at me startled, Sneha was looking at him and before any one of them could say a thing, I started walking towards my compartment.Delhi was 2 hours away and I could see my train rushing past lush green fields. I got off the train. I felt that she was waiting for me but then I ignored and made my way out of the bustling crowd. I still had four hour of bus journey to make.

I closed my eyes and suddenly the bus stopped with a jerk. A familiar smell hit me and I woke up to a sweet voice calling my name. I was home (my college) where someone was waiting for me. She knew all about Sneha so I don’t think it will be difficult for me to narrate the day’s happening. I smiled finally. Sometime I feel that how beautiful life would be when you'd just be able to forget everything. But yeah, not everything. You should carry the small 'lessons' ahead. After all its a part of growing up.

[Well, about Sneha and Abhi, I later learnt that her father got transferred so she didn’t receive any of my phone calls or letters. The poor girl didn’t have my home number so she contacted Abhi to ask about me. He was not knowing anything about me but instead of admitting this he did tell some story to her about me never bothering about her and all. (come on, I told you folks that she was beautiful and brainy too, too tempting a combination to fall for) Buying his version of story she never tried to contact me after that. Within the next two months, they both came closer and later joined the same design school in Delhi. Recently I heard that they both separated just after that train incident as Abhi confessed everything.]