My public love letter :P

To,

My lovely bike

Dear

I miss you so much baby. Just one day more and you'll be back to me.

It has been such a tough time without you. Can you imagine I had to travel in the local bus daily and had to spend forty bucks each day for the auto. Oh! i miss you so much.

You know I had to go and drive someone else's bike, and refuel that too. I know you must not be feeling good about it but trust me, you are still the one and I am still waiting for you,

I didn't like any of those bikes, none treated me the way you do.

One even tried to bang me in the A.T.M door, she refused to stop when i applied the breaks.

1 month seems like lifetime to me.

But now that you recovered well, I promise you we will go on our long drives again, I promise you i'll give you enough fuel.

I hope the mechanic didn't mistreat you, i told him to take proper care of you, and, if you remember i used to visit you everyday to see how much you have recovered.

For the one who tried to put you to ashes, we will deal with him together.

Waiting for you.

I am sending some of your pics to tell you what actually happened and how you have recovered so well

loads of love

yours forever

surbhit

:-*

AFTER BREAKUP FRIENDSHIP, really....

THIS LETTER WAS WRITTEN BY A FRIEND, AFTER WE DISCUSSED THAT HIS GIRL CAN COME BACK TO HIM AS A FRIEND.... HE AGREED AT THAT TIME

A DAY AFTER HE REPLIED

Hello,

The topic we discussed in which you said, that my girl will come back to me and stay as a friend, juat as a friend.

I agreed at that time, but after considering the option, i think I would be doing injustice to her in a way.

If i even agree to the fact that she is "just a friend", then still somewhere in my heart i would be waiting for her to get back, and if that won't happen, then il go back through everything i have done, and may be hurt her emotions again, may be i'll be again the reason for her to accept life without a friend. It's not that i don't want her back in my life.

Today , i have her with me, i have her pics, i have her messages and i have her memories.

I believe that she misses me and she loves me, and hence, everything i do, do it in a way that she is knowing about it and it matters to her what all i do.

Like i started drinking and smoking, but i quit, because i knew she won't like it.

So i think, in a way, m not living without her.

She is there in my heart forever, and may be one day, she will come back to me, like the way she was.

I am very thankful to you that u said that you will pray for us, but i have a request.

I don't believe in prayers, but if you do, and think that your prayer can make any difference, then just do me favor,

pray, that she gets all the happiness in the world, and she marries someone, who can treat her like a princess, because, she really is someone's princess. That's me

Thanks

take care

The story that transformed me PART THREE

befor starting with this post, you should read this post .This is a continuation to the post linked.



vishal was sitting in the hospital for his fiance' was undergoing a brain surgery following a serious accident, that happened on her way to indore, where the ceremony was scheduled

ashima was in the O.T

vishal was sitting outside, and his dad and and brother were busy arranging things where the family of aashima was to be shifted, only ashima was having critical injuries, rest all his family were having fractures.

The Doctor came out of the room, and called out vishal.

"yes doctor, is she fine?" vishal sounded tired and exhausted

"See, we have removed the clot, but she is not responding to us, her pulse is on, she breathing, she is alive"

"if she is then why is she not responding doctor"

"son she is in a state of coma" said the doctor, putting his hand on vishal's shoulder

vishal did not say anything, he was shocked,

he went back and everything that was happening did not matter to him...

vishal was staring at the floor, thinking about the pain ashima might be in

His Dad and brother were talking to the doctor

Vishal got up and left

He unlocked his car and reached his place..

He went straight up to his room, through the garden which had a decorated stage, he walked through empty stalls, everything seemed to be hollow now.

He opened his almirah and there in front of him was a ring, a diamond ring, which ashima selected for herself.

He held the ring and cried, he cried for a long time, untill he felt his brothers hand on his shoulder.

i saw bhaiya and i could see a tear in his eyes, it was very dark and i was feeling cold

so he told me to go down, we were in the room, which certainly was warm, he opened his almirah and took a file folder out.

He opened it and showed me a photograph,

It was him standing, dressed impressively in a cream colored suit, beside him there was a ashima, dressed in a red suit, lying on the bed, eyes closed, and the third person was vishal, who was holding ashima's hand, with a ring......

and bhaiya said

"she is my bhabhi...."

ashima is in delhi, still in coma, it has been three years now, vishal is working and is living with her, he has appointed two nurses to take care of his wife,

ashima once moved her hand and that was the day vishal got her a new necklace...

vishal is happy to be with her and waiting for her to talk to him someday.

ashima never said anything, but i think she is also very happy...

if love can cure

then it will

tc

luv

sub!!!

The story that transformed me PART TWO

befor starting with this post, you should read this post .This is a continuation to the post linked.



Ashima....

Ashima....

Vishal screamed in the lobby of the hospital where his fiance' was supposedly admitted

A nurse came running to him

"sir, please stay quiet, it's a hospital"

"sister, there is a family that just got addmitted, where are they"

"The road traffic accident case?"

vishal nodded to avoid attracting any more eyes to him

"Oh, sir they are in the I.C.U, you please wait, you cant go in.."

"how are they, are they fine??"

"i'll let you meet the doctor who is handling them, sir you please relax and take a seat..." saying this the nurse left, ordering the ward boy to get glass of water for vishal

vishal was waiting in the lobby, it was easy for the nurse to say, relax, but was impossible for vishal, his to be wife was in the hospital and he didn't know how was she.

The I.C.U door opened, a Doctor walked out..

vishal rushed to him and asked him

"sir... ashima... ashima garg, how is she sir....??""

"relax young man, you sit, will talk to you in a moment, are you a relative??"

"i am her fiance'"

"you relax son, we will get back to you in a while"

Before vishal could ask him anything he went inside, vishal tried to go inside I.C.U

but was stopped by the watchman.

Vishal turned back to see his dad and younger brother approaching him.

"beta, kaise hai woh"

vishal could not fight his tears anymore

"the doctor said nothing"

"everything will be fine"said his dad

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the coffee was over, the sky was dark, i could already see some tears in his eyes, don't know why i was getting a feeling the bhaiya was somewhere related to this story, i said nothing, i took his cup and put it down, and leaned forward and rested my chin on my hand, trying to convey my interest in listening to the whole story, he continued.....

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the doctor came out of the ICU, vishal was the first one to notice ...

he was there in front of him in a flash,

"doctor how are they".....

"see we could not save the girl, i am sorry" The doctor said trying his level best to handle vishal who's heart stopped palpitating.

"how are the other people" vishal's brother asked....

"The head of the family, has a crushed arm, the mother also has fractured her ribs, the boy has fractured his shoulder and arm, and the other girl has a brain clot and skull fracture, only one of you can come in to see them, but make sure..." the doctor was not complete with what he had to say but vishal cut him in between,

"what do you mean the other girl, ashima was their only daughter??"

"what??, there were 2 young girls who were in the car" the doctor said that

"what do you mean by that, ASHIMA IS THE ONLY DAUGHTER"vishal said

"See, anyone of you can come to identify them."the doctor said and called a nurse to take one of them in.

vishal was overwrought,confused and completely clueless of what was going.

Seeing this, vishal dad decided to go in...

it took him sometime and vishal would give the door of ICU a look every 2 seconds.

his dad came out of the door,

"dad, kya hua, tell me she not the one..."vishal was almost out of control

"son, its not ashima, its someother girl who must be travelling with them"

"how is ashima papa???"

" she has a brain clot, the doctors are preparing for the operation"

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vishal was at least a bit hopeful now....

REST IN THE NEXT POST........

The story that transformed me PART ONE

THIS IS A TRUE STORY, I HAVE JUST CHANGED THE NAMES

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In my last valentine's special post, I mentioned about the person, who's story transformed my life.

Now i think it won't be much of a painstaking job for me to let you through the experience he had, with the help of my words. Hope you don't pall.

After my brother's marriage, my life had turned upside down. Not because my brother got married, but because i got dumped just 4 days before his marriage. The ceremonies kept me busy and after 1 month when i reached Indore back, things were very different. There were no phone calls to wake you up, there were no phone calls to wish you goodnight. I had my exams at the corner and the surroundings of my house started to haunt me with the memories that were never coming back. I tried calling to get back together from time to time but with every call it seemed impossible. I decided that if i stay at my place, i won't be able to study, so left for his place.

He was working, elder to me, very supporting, used to see me cry many times a day. It was one evening and i had not done anything remarkable with my books since the day had started.

He told me to take two chairs on the rooftop. Since, the chairs were quite heavy it took me some time to get them upstairs. The view was awesome, it was the 7th floor of the building and for a city like Indore you could actually see the skyline, the panoramic view was astonishing. The sun had half disappeared and the sky was glowing orange, there were a few kids playing on the rooftop of their bungalow.

I heard his foot steps and turned around to see him holding two cups, sorry mugs, of coffee.

We sat down and he started talking about my studies which made me a bit uncomfortable as in reality i hadn't studied anything since the morning.

"Is it because of your breakup that this is happening??"

"I don't know, may be yes"

He smiled, rather laughed at me and that was the reaction that i had least expected.

He took a sip of his coffee and said,

"I'll tell you a story"

It was in December 2007 when Ashima would blush on anything.

People around her were happy, so was she, she was getting married

It was the day of her engagement.

Ashima and Vishal had been together for 4 years, they saw each other on the day of their counselling, happened to choose the same college and same branch, became great buddies and lovers

Vishal was slim, tall, working with a multinational company and was earning well.

Ashima was short, her face was ovoid shaped and big eyes made her look like a doll.

Vishal's family had arranged for the engagement, and everything was almost ready.

Vishal's phone rang

"hieeeee"

"hey baby where have you reached"

"well we are two hours away from indore'

"hmmm, m waiting"

"vishal, i just wanted to tell you that..."

"that....???"

"that i love you..."

"i love you too, now you hangup and don't disturb the driver"

"oh i am not, but he is one hot dude!!!"

"achcha, ussi se shaadi karle fir"

"sochte hain.... hehehe"

"chal bye"

"bye"

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Vishal continued with his work and soon it was 4 pm, the time of arrival for Ashima and family, Vishal called her up but her cell was coming switched off.

He called her brother his number was coming out of reach

Then he called his father's number

the bell rang for a while and vishal was growing restless.

"Hello" a person picked up, breathing heavy, vishal knew it was not her father, he had many talks with him before to butter him up to agree for the engagement to be in Indore.

"Who's this"

since the person said the same words to me, i'll write the same words here

"Dekhiye aap jo bhi bol rahe hai, is family ka accident ho gaya hai, aap please jaldi Bombay hospital aa jaaye, ya inke parichit ko inform karde"

(see, whoever you are, this family had a terrific accident so you please rush to the Bombay hospital or else inform their relatives)

"m coming in 10 minutes" vishal said, hung up and ran across the garden towards his car

He was only yards away from his place when his dad called up

"what happened where are you going??" his dad's voice had concern

"papa ashima ki car ka accident ho gaya hai, bombay hospital mein hai, please jaldi aa jao, m going there only"

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it does not end here , Ashima didn't die, the story continued, and il tell it to you....

being dumped!!!!

Almost every human in their youth have at least one relationship.

Love is in the air............

your 32 teeth are always on display....

you are always on the phone or texting...

you start forgetting your friends

your number is busy all night long....

you create bahaanas to get money out of your parents to get your cell recharged...

and sometimes, your grade comes down...

anyways... you are in love so dont bother much...

but

but

but

after a bed full of roses, you come across some of the harsh realities of life...

and the final gift of this endless love is a BREAKUP...

The reasons may be many,

* The guy is not serious

* The girl is not serious

* The guy tends to get overpossesive

* The girl does not give him any space

* Either of them thinks that there is no future in the relationship

whatever,

the funny thing is the way people react to the beakup...

the reactions are very different, unique yet common....

i'll share a few

~ a friend of mine decided that he won't take any girl seriously since his girlfriend dumped him cause of no reason

~ a girl tried to cut her self...

~ another guy friend decided not to talk to any girl.....

~a very close friend called that guy to ccd, broke up, payed the bill and never talked to that guy, who was just playing around

~ someone gets so depressed that they need a doctor

~ someone starts boozing and smoking

~ someone tries his level best to get back

~ someone decided that no matter they are not going back

All these reactions to a breakup expresses how weak they are, how dependent they are on the other person.

Why is it that love makes us so dependent on someone that we can't even stand on our own....

We can't carry on, we can't move on....

i had a breakup too, i also cried, i also was very weak untill one day my friend 6 years elder to me told me his story.....

when he was living his life after what happened,i decided to start all over again.

Now i feel like i am strong enough to be what i was...

and waiting for the right person to enter...

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Guys and girls, enjoy this valentines, but always remember, but remember one thing

you get this small life once, learn to live the realities...

enjoy....

and my valentines this year is me only

cus now i love myself more than anyone!!!

luv

sub!!!

PS: this is not the case with all the love stories, some people are blessed with just one relationship, which ends up in marriage...

let the pictures speak

A morning in my city

Every one on their way to work

many would be having troubles, like this poor chap

And everyone waits in the traffic

cars, bikes and every vehicle.... waiting

and with time slowly they move and reach their destination

and my city waits for the same thing to happen the next morning

many people experience the same thing everyday, but they don't get out of their cars and hustle, they keep calm.

this is the difference in INDIA and every other country

keep calm, stay happy

"peace"

diffrences....

This happened to me when i was in the baraat.Yes, it was the marriage of a friend's brother.Smiles, laughter everywhere.Spread all around.The procession started and we were dancing to the tunes of latest bolly songs.I did try to dance but then realised that this is not my game.I was at the side and was moving slowly ,forward, ignoring the traffic and the horns.I was happy, n looked to my right.There was a girl, no less then 18.stunning eyes she had and long hair.Everyone was happy, but she was not.I could feel the pain and disguise in her eyes.Being of the very same age, i could feel what she is thinking right now.I moved forward and she stood there, holdin the lamp that she was supposed to hold and continuing with her job of lightin the way of baraat.I could feel how much she wanted to get in the dancing group and enjoy. It's the prime years of her life and all she is doing is workin to get just two green notes.And people dressed up like celibrities crossin her and she is just looking at the dresses wondering if she will ever be able to wear dresses like these.No doubt it pinches you. it really does.The baraat had reached the venue and i went in to have dinner.But i was Just thinking what that group of people might be doing rightnow.i went out, to have a look.they all were outside a chaiwalla's shop.I could see that girl too.standing with a guy and laughing.i smiled to myself and came back.People really do accept what they get in life.And being the one for someone just makes it easier to accept....

a new beginning part II

befor starting with this post, you should read this post This is a continuation to the post linked.

lol!!! suhaas dis one is for u but m straight dude!!!

i don't know how to tell u all d details that happened with me...

even i don't remember much.

i get revived many times but to put in words is i guess way beyong my potential as i dont think m  very good with words.

i got back on 16th of july at around 11:30 pm.

There was this family in the same compartment who boarded the train from jhansi.

I was sitting in the train and looking outside.People were moving here and there. Chaos all around, it was my turn , i walked to the gate,dad following me and holdin my elbow.

I was at the gate and what was in front of me made me feel very special.

There were so many people who had come to the railway station in the middle of the night. I felt so special that my eyes were filled with the dew of gratitude and thankfulness.

i got down people around, 3 cars were there to pic 5 people who had come from a month of seeing and handling one of the most unexpected and harrowing situation.

i sat in a car and it was of my own volition.

Sittin in the front seat uncle did ask me about how m i feeling an all.

By this time i had become a prodigy in handling questions like these. Like they say, practice makes you perfect.

At Around midnight we got back and they parked the car in front of my house.

I got down and there were all my friends and neighbours waiting for me.

I could not control, i cried for the first time after my accident.

I everyone was there and my tears were just the only way i could potray my gratitude towards all those who cared to be there.

I went in, lied down on the bed, my friends stayed back for sometime and left.

I messaged her that I am fine and reached safely and went to sleep.

Those were the hard days to sleep. My left collar bone was fractured and my left hand was plastered.So, there was only one position in which i could sleep.

Next day a friend called me and told me that he has postponed his depature by one week. And later i came to know that he will be paying the late fees for registration cos he is going back late.

This was the time when all four of us were there in jammu. Me, deepak, shashwat, and ishan.

My right palm was paralised and my friends used to come, hold my hand and move my fingers, because that was advised by the doctors. keep moving your fingers, lol!!!.

Deepak ishan used to mock at me with some of the adult jokes that any boy can understand!!! I used to be on the bed all day long but these people used to make me feel special everyday.

I used to keep constant touch with her, she told me that she will be coming back for three days, and i knew why she is coming back.

Anyways she came to my home to see me. I was more than happy. And i could see the tears in her eyes that were forced to stay in because she was with her mother and i was with my mother.

they stayed back for 30 minutes and when she left we shook hands, just din't want to leave her hand but had to.

her mum was walink behind her mom was mine n she was the third one, she streched her hand backwards n i held her hand for 5 seconds and that way told eachother that how much we love and how much we care.

She went away.

deepak came in the evening and i told him.

he was happy because i was happy.

I wanted to see her again and i wanted to have a pizza too. Told deepak about both of my demands.

Next day at around 3 pm, deepak ishan and shashwat came and with a car.

I was lying down.

Deepak got the permission from my mum and dressed me up.

I sent her a textmsg n we were on our way, undoubtly deepak was driving very carefully.

We stopped jus a block before her house and she saw me from her veranda.

we had to move and we did.

reached the pizza place and odered. i got a call it was her.

" where are u? "

" i am at smokin joes!! y?? "

" i am coming there just want to meet you "

" are you really??? "

" ya baba just wait for me ok!! "

" hmmm i will , ajao "

few minutes after we met talked and she went.

i was back with my friends eating and i could not use my hands so deepak cut the pizza for me and shashwat n ishan were stuffing my mouth.

funny but touching.

ALL THESE PEOPLE LEFT FOR THEIR COLLEGES.

and were in constant touch with me.

Many people used to come and meet me.

Dad arranged a party for me surviving combined with his birthday party.

I found what it means to have goood friends.

i found what it means to b loved.

I love them all and they never gave me time to be free enough and to cry.

i never did, and there is no need to.

am blessed with such angel like personality and devine love!!!

lol!!!

tc love ya all

leave your comments.... i'l be glad to hear from your side too

brother.... one of the best things in my life!!!

gone,

he left today, back to his office, i got a litttle lucky that i got these extended holidays and my bro could meet me. Down with jaundice i was lucky to spend these three days with him.

though we could not go out this time, but we all knew that these 3 days are the last three days before we four meet and next time there will be one more person in this family.

YES i am happy but feeling like a kid, will the love i got from my brother for so many years will b shared???

Will he still hug me and pat me to sleep???

Will he still be the tenacious bro who used to be with me and correct me in every thing il do???

i love u bro and u know it very well....

u know everything i went through...

u know y i called u here ....

i can't console myself bhaiya... keep loving me....

cus u r one of the very few who still love me the same way...

hav a safe journey and thanx fer the gifts u got me

luv ya bro...

a new beginning

Today a friend just told me to write something on my near death experience.

so here i go...

15 june 2007.

I had my final college practical of second semester. Still remember it was basic civil engineering and i was all blanck in the viva.

Came out. I had borrowed the bike from my roomie who was child hood friend and bhaiya.

Bhaiya got over with his finals a few days back and it was their final semester.

I called him, he told me they are in the movie "jhoom barabar jhoom". Sumit asked me if i can drop him on the way.

since it was raining badly we waited and left after 30 minutes.Talking about the examiner and all he told me to drive fast because next day we had the viva of c++.

Anyways his place was on the same road jus 2 km before my home.

We stopped in between to have paranthas.I loved aloo ka paranthas like anythin and that day don't know why it din't taste well.We ate payed and hit the road again.

i left him at his place.Then i was just 2 mins away from my home where i had an accident.

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i opened my eyes i saw my mum standing by my side and i closed my eyes again.

next tym i opened my eyes and i felt as if i was being shifted from one bed to another and then it started moving.

i could see the bulbs on and closed my eyes. I opened my eyes when the anesthesiologist asked me some questions like where are you from?.......

next time i opened my eyes again when something pinched my left palm very very badly.

i could easliy make out that something was going inside.

I don't remember much but next time i opened my eyes were when they were shifting me to my room in the hospital from the I.C.U

MUM DAD BRO and a few relatives were there.

i got scared because i thought that they gonna take a run on me for doing this and not wearing an helmet!!!!

But they all were behaving very differently to what i had anticipated.

Anyways the room was awesome.

single room with a refrigerator,an AC a color t.v with cable connection. The white walls were decorated with some paintings which seemed to be old enough to find 

a place in the city museum.

Any ways I examined myself. my left arm was fractured and that was all i thought is damaged in my body.

The door opened and a fella with heavy specks covering half of his face wearing a white overcoat that told me that this guy is a doctor, entered.

Followed by a lady who seemed old but was energetic more than me and a young fellow who was lost somewhere.

Instead of looking at my fractured arm they were gazing at my forehead as if there was a map to eldorado printed there.

then the lady said to the lost fellow pointing her long finger towards my forehead "take it off".

Whoa, the guy bent over my head, took his hand to the back side and unwrapped my new skull which was covered with a bandage about 2 meters in length.

they said turning towards my parents.

we will cut the stuches in a few days.

the moment i heard the door being closed. i asked dad, "papa kahaan kahaan lagi hai mujhe??"

The answer was a long one i'l summarise it for you.

i had a fractured skull, a brain clot, fractured rib, nuckles,collar bone and a vertebral coloumn crushed.

i was on injections and heavy medicines and it took 15 days for me to get fine and doctors told me to go for physiotherapy.

i went there and i realised i could not control the palm of my right hand.

i was sent back to my room. the doctor was back and i was sent for the m.r.i scan immediately. since i was weak i was taken away on a wheel chair.

It was fun lying on the cold tray and being pushed inside the mouth of a huge machine.

told me to close my eyes but i could feel the shades of the light moving over my head.

i came out and the reports were handed to us at the very same moment.

the seriousness of the problem was so much that i was sent bak on a  stretcher.

and was told not to move my neck for 3 days.

the problem was that the C7 coloumn was crushed and was compressing my spinal cord which could get cut if i try to move my neck and that would leave me paralysed for the rest of my life

My college people used to come to the hospital and meet me.And i was in constant touch with the girl i loved at that time and still love.

She was back in jammu and dint know about the accident because my cell was off.

she got to know when one of my very close friend told her.

She used to tell me that u'l fine very soon.

i still love her.

Anyways, after trying a medicine for three days the doctors decided to operate on me.

And i came to know that this was no easy operation the chances of collapsing were there.

30 june i had my operation and i was outside the operation theatre when i told my mum about her.

i just dint want to hide anything from her cause i knew that there are chances that i might not come out of the o.t

Anyways mum was crying, they took me in rolling the stretcher. i entered a big hall. it was like as cold as a cold storage.

the same anesthesiologist was there, he asked me for my name and all and i was unconscious in moments.

i woke uo alone on a bed and made out that it was the i.c.u

i tried to spkeak but i could not.

to operate they slit open my throat and implanted a bone cut from my waist area and covered it with a plate and sealed the skin.

i saw mum coming in i asked for water but i was told that i can't sip or eat anything fer a few days.

2 days later i was shifted to my room.

and in 7 days i started my physiotherapy again.

Now the thing that was bothering me was that i had already missed a practical n 2 final exams were also gone.

If i missed all the 5 exams and a practical, that would be a semester back for me (i won;t b promosted to the next semester!!!).

the next exam was on 7 july, and i missed it too.

Just two exams to go and i still could not sit with my back straight cos i was operated upon my waist and neck.

My girl had her aieee counselling coming close.

we were keeping in touch through text messages i even could not wish her happy b'day. i know how bad and helpless she must be feeling but she was with me, holding my hand and telling me we gonna come out of this very soon.

When she said "we" i just fell in love with her more than anything.

Now it was on me to decide to give the exam or stay back.

I decided that m gonna try.

next morning i told dad he said i better take rest but i was adamant.

Then he had no option to agree he went to my college and then he himself went to the court and all.

He gave in his 100% and arranged a writer for me and all the formalities.

12 morning i left for the exam in the ambulance.

indore roads are less roads more potholes i pained me badly.

chirayu who was my writer was a very helpful guy.

it was basic mechanical engg.

i sat down saw the exam n we started.

after 2hours 30 minutes i gave up.

the pain was at its peak and we had already attempted somewhere around 80% or the paper.

we came out, i discussed my answers with bhaiya and we were sure that m gonna clear this exam.

i reached back, moment i sat down on the wheel chair i got a call from her. i was talking to her and they rolled my chair to the god's idol. she gave me the good news, that i have been wishing for 6 months.

i went to my doctor and was delighted.

I was shifted on my bed.

that lost fellow came in and he cut my stiches.

and next day i was discharged with a bedrest advised for 2 months.

everyone was saying if we are so sure for this exam lets not give the next one. Dunno y i din't agree and gave the next exam too.

WE left for home on 16 morning.

On 16 she left from jammu for her college and we kept messaging throughout the journey.

17 night we reched jammu.

it was midnight, there were so many people who had come to recieve me.

3 different cars were there.

i reached back outside my home , there were neighbours....

i went in and slept when everybody had left.

A few minor operations followed she came back home for 3 days to meet me.

friends came over.

everyone was so supporting...

Even now my right palm is not fine i have developed a new way of holding a pen to write, i have started using my left hand like for eating holding stuff.

i accepted whatever happened and din't cry in front of anyone.

but alone i still cry.

not for what i have lost, but for what i have gained.

life can change in moments.

it did for me too.

AND about that accident, i have now memory ,i don't remember anything, i even couldnot recognise my best friend and many relatives.when i opened my eyes for the first time it had already been 24 hours of i'd say sound sleep....

people say that i was hit by a tempo and slammed head on into the divider.some say i was not touched cause dey thought i was already dead and got to know that i am alive cos they found my heart beating.

PS: i flunked in the exam that we were too sure to clear and managed to clear the next exam.

no advice or golden words for anyone just one thing

WEAR A HELMET!!!

luv u all ... luv u too