Jitendra Jain

Today is my sisters bday. She is going to be 18 years old.

Suggest a gift for her?

Have you seen mirror! Saw your self in over there.

You want that person inside mirror to be perfect, you talk  to that person sometimes if you are like me, admire it, when your double chin shows up you shout at that person.

But now see around you, there are mirrors. Cant see let me help you finding one, two, rather all of them.

Who is your best friend, does he have lots of common with you, same movies, same food, something very good matches,

what about your girl friend, something common matches,

what about you collegues you hang out with, something is common, like bad smoking habits..

What about school friends, pals, teachers

What about your enemies, he hates you so do u, can u believe he loving you and you hating him.. no.. hard to believe.

So all these are mini mirrors around you, partial mirrors.

I want my friends to be like me, family to be like me and every one around like me, my mirrors. Its most pleasing.

When my friends say i dont call them and complain, its coz they want me to be their mirrors, they like taking to me, but sometimes i dont , reason what so ever but i dont. so they dont like me.. The mirror is fogged. Cant see clearly.

When your girl friend complains why didnt you call, coz she wanted to talk to you, or complains why you dont express the love, she does you dont, mirror fogged.

when your wife loves shopping and you hate it, she doesnt like it, she thinks you dont love her, He he, Mirror fogged again, unclear.

When your family wants you around 365 days and you want to be alone, they wont uderstand it,

There are such thousands of fogged mirrors around us.

What we need to do is stop expecting for people to be like us and accept them like they are. If they dont want what you want them to be, let them what they want to be. This will make everyone happy.

Focus is the key to success.

As birds eye was to arjun. He could not see anything else.

Few things to do in coming four months

1. Loose weight :  In next 4 months loose 20kg.
2. Upload All pending websites which are to be uploaded
3. Make 4 big sites. Work already in process
4. Find a a purpose of life.
5. Keep family happy by spending more time, giving them what they want.
6. Watching 4 movies with family
7. Going out for dinner with family to good restaurants
8. Get a car.
9. Buy a camera
10. Make this list come true as possible.

Its a sweaty night. Electricity is testing my patience. Everyone wants to me to take a bath after all its a long long time since i have done so.
To beat my sleep problems my laptop is with me. Fighting hard to stay long awake with me. It has one battery problem, cant stay awake for more then two hours. Then it beeps. Shows Tantrums. But its the best buddy I have now. The electricty came and its 2:10 am in night.
The peopel far away are playing some religious songs loudly and its really disturbing. Why do some people have to do so, play songs so loudly in middle of night. Man even gods are sleeping at this point of hour and so are humans and animals, why on the earth you have to do this.
A police jeep siren beems like anything. I rush to pleed to get it down. Its in another lane. In dark the things sound so near.
I find police station number 220005 and cal and complain at 2:18 am. Do they have caller identification.Will they take my std Problem seriosly.

And i am waiting and waiting. Waitign is like eternity. Seconds are years.
At 2:26 am the good happens music stops. The police van has come and its there. Thank god. Police is there and it works.

I am glad and over exited over my achievement. Asking for help is big thing. Police is not that bad.But people are

its 2:35 and in just 9 mins the music has started again. What to do I dont get it. The volume is considerably low but i want pin drop silence, Thats why i roam without my slippers beacuse they make noise.

Oh god! should i call the police again or do what.

The music seems to have stopped again, did someone complain.

But i love this place.

Oh it started again but at a lower voice, the changed the song to another devotional song. Yeah i got one website on devotional songs too.

Mind wanders in night at speed of sound not light. The electicity has gone again. What in the night is happening. I hear voices, these voices are from within. Good voices. Bad voices, miffeled voices.

Laptop battery is 12%. It will be there for another 10 mins.  Which is long enough for me to go to my room.

Should i call them again. It rained, the floors are still wet outside, the peacocks doing meooooowwww. I think its time for me to take a bath tommrow and pack my stuff and leave for mumbai.

A unique idea has struck me in past 5 mins.

I should give away my mobile phone. I am tired of it. Dont ask why? All common reasons.

1. Mobile is for my comfort, not peoples comfort.

2. People wake me up when i m sleeping.

3. When i am watching movies I get calls.

4. I get calls from people i dont want to.

5. There is no screening of calls.

6. All calls are urgent when called on mobile phones.

So What to do.

I have landline numbers, call me there, If i pick up good, else someone will pick the phone and pass the message to me. If its urgent i will call back. There is mail, instant messaging and other communication methods to call.

Or I keep a secret phone, if i carry that phone people will ask for that number hard to say no.

I think I should try this phase for say 1-3-6-12 months and see what are benifits and what are side effects of not keeping a mobile phone.

What say. Need your feedback.

When we were kids and we used to go to our native place in Rajasthan. It was amazing. Every day we used to wait, for a man in afternoon to come. A Long 6 feet man with chicken pox scars on his face. He was not scary at all, Infact Kids simply loved him. Kids waited for him whole day and whole night. He used to make every kid in village happy. Damn Happy…

A big man with moustache used to come on his cycle, kids running around and making huge noises. I was front runner, eager for him to stop. He had a big bhonpu, a air operated horn tied on left of his cycle handle.  A big person with no expression on his face.  He had something with him which made us happy. Damn Happy…

He rode his cycle whole day I guess and covered at least 10 villages in a day came in summer only, two bags attached to both sides of his cycle and a big colored wooden box with small opening on top. Around four sides were lines written beautiful lines written in hindi, Since we were learning to read, we read them everday and those magical lines made us happy. Damn Happy…

He was our Kulfi Wala, The Candy Man, he brought kulfi or we said it Bhate ki Icecream (means stone like icecream),  We used to run after him waiting for him to stop, imagine 20 small children running without slippers in hot summer after him, just for one small icecream, making lots of noise. Hooooooooo, hooooooooooo. Childhood  was amazing.  It was when we were happy. Damn Happy…

The points written on his magical box were as I can recall

• Ek Bhaat Khoge to baar baar khaoge (You Just can’t eat it once.)
• Lajawaab (Delicious)
• Khusboodaar (Every candy has its own smell, orange, black, red)
• Khas (Special)
• Behtreen (The best)
• Mazedaar (Tasty)
• Anokhi (unique)
• Khati Meethi (sweet and sour)

Can’t Recall many points, but when we read all these we knew we were going to be happy, damn happy…

We used to do lobbying since morning in front of my great grandmother who was 85 years old then to give us 25 paise, or used to ask my mom for money, asking dad was toughest part, he would say that it’s not good to eat these, who cared, the aim was 2 get 25 paise so that we could get the money. If some day the misson to get money failed, the kulfi wala was eager to do barter in terms of 1 cup of wheet or 2 cups of maize, which we had in plenty in store room. They two white linen bags on each side of his cycle were used for grains. Anywhich ways we were happy. Damn Happy…

He used to stop in chowk of the village, request kids to stay in queue and come one by one. He has all sizes of candy’s he just put his hand and took whatever it came. He took money after giving it and his pocket was full of change, the sound of coins was very pleasing.  I doubt his pockets were made of leather. No cloth could carry that much change.  He gave candy to all kids and we could see people behind the line waiting. The one who got were happy. Damn Happy

The problem with ice candy is that it melts the moment it comes out of that box. So the rule was to lick it from bottom and go to top and do it again. And it melts in your mouth slowly. If you are late the drops trickle down your hands leaving the strong orange or red color. If you bite it the ice in your mouth makes your teeth go numb. So to eat is a art. I was a born learner, I learned the tricks and everytime I ate it I was happy. Damn Happy.

Sometimes  we used to get for our mom or grandmother, I doubt why they didn’t like it much or they must have liked in their childhood or my dad must have run like this behind him screaming and letting whole village know that the man of happiness has come. For two months till we had our vacation he came every day. For two months we were happy. Damn Happy.

Recently I went to my village and it was hot summer afternoon. I was sitting on chowk, the day just passed, i saw no children running, no ho halla, just silence, then i recalled the kulfi wala, a senior person told me he had died several years back due to some disease and since then there was no other kulfi wala.  I was just stunned. I knew now in my village there would child would we happy as we were happy. Damn Happy

Now we have grown up, we earn money in tons, have all facilities, eat sizzling brownies in big restaurants, spend money on Naturals like idiots, eat two three scoops or take family packs at home to be stuffed in three door refrigerators, but are we happy. A bit happy?

Note : Today Again I was lucky to get the Candy, I thought It would be costly by now, but it still costs 1Rs. Ate it with my eyes closed with the same trick learned in childhood and relished child hood days.

This doesnt get better then this..

Just 5 mins made my mind and booked the ticket to nirvana aka my home town aka a place near udaipur.. called kankroli..

Now every minute seems like ages..

Mom is running here and there and packing my stuff and i m so faltu that i m bloggin at this point of hr.

1.5 hrs left..

I have broken mental barieers which i should have done long before..

Well Never to late..

I always feel so happy when my relatives are not there… Now for few days.. Only friends and masti. and lots of awara gardi on my bike..

Will be doing lots of weird stuff… Like no food for few days.. Lying in one room for 2 days watching movies..
eating watermelons only..and coming late at home..watching mithun movies or any movie.. in theatre with friends.

Lots of bak bak….
and fun….

And listen to this. today online met Sarish Jain my classmate, the phodu in studies, what a guy he is.. man..
Superb.
The topper through out.
I couldnot get through IIT, he did it in one go got 400 rank exact..
He is into Apple now.. Yeah you heard it right the big Apple, the ipod, iphone and what not…
We are proud of you.. We knew you woudd scale heights but this is just the sky.. we can dream of..
Hats of to a guy who did schooling from Kankroli and is working in apple..

Will try to blog from there, taking my laptop..

Take care.

Comeon Get up!
Oh no! from tommrow! Pakka!
today it will be late! will do it tommrow!

This is what i tell myself when i getup everyday … Its to postpone things..
I want to loose weight.. the whole world knows it…Who likes to be overweight..
I have subscribed to swimming and kicboxing.
These are two sports called fat metlers. They melt the fat. If done prorperly.

So I know what needs to be done..
6 months of continous exercise..dieting will take me to my target..
I know what food is to be eaten…

But I m not loosign weight. Coz i postpone things..
I ask people gove me a motivation.. Nothing motivates me..

Why not!

What Stops me!

I would say no aim, but i have aim, Loose weight…
I would say no reason, But i have tons of reasons..

Then what!

The single word is my laziness.. I m born lazy..

I need someone in morning to kick by ass..

Force me.. zabardasti kare..

or Fine Charge me to loose weight..

If fine is 50 rs i would pay,100 as well, 500 hmm yeah pay sometimes. 1000Rs no way..
See I know 1000rs per day loss is what i would be not tolerating..
So this is my loss limit. 30k per month. I a month i would loose.. say 4kg max

So 7500 per kg is value of fat i store.. My god. This can vary for people to people. their valuation methods..

So if i had to loose 20kg in one go would i pay 1.5 lakhs

Yes! Take advance. Give me reciept..

I keep on boring peopel how much weight i want to loose and how much i lost during so and so timeframe.
What about today.. Why there is no resistance to food or quantity of food. Why the shoes in my drawers are biting dust. Socks too. Why the 25k Iphone I have is of no use.. Why I call everything boring and say no to single measure.

With such a high IQ and knowledge still unable to achieve the target..

Laziness. Lack of dicipline..

But since today i have told u all my shortcomings I promise you i m going to loose weight 20kg exact in coming months..

I need your help, ask me, ping me, taunt me, humilate me, abuse me but make me go to gym. Hehe.
let me see how many of you do it..

What few peopel say i will not talk to you, or i called twice an you didnt go.. this is not the way.. you have to become very rigid do it again and again and again till i do it. Simple..

The day i achieve it there will be a big party.. Which will have less calories food, whole grain food, salad and water. Haha.. Weight loss parties are like that only I am sure, and you all will bring me clothes beacuse i will need new clothes and i know few of my friends will be kind enough to bring me other gifts as well.

I assure you.. See Again one assurance tommrow is election na.. I was watching TV Whole day.. thats why making promises.. So i assure you … hmm nothing yaar. no more assuaces..

Thanks !

Do drop your suggestions and comments and taunts and all.. I am waiting.

A woman stronger then Sonia Gandhi..

This is no offense to Sonia Gandhi…
The person behind India’s Last 5 years government…
Well this is about a woman I know and strongly feel is stronger then Ms Sonia Gandhi..
This is story of a normal woman…
Born in a village..
When 17 she was married…
When 20 she came to Mumbai to be with her husband… who had come 2 mumbai two years back to make a living…
Well living within laws is sometimes tough..
coz there are so many rules..
Let me tell you a few…
Anywhere you have to go.. ask for their permission…
When you are cooking food ask them.. what to make..
Her mother in law would always say make what you feel is right… but she had to ask…
It was rule…
Respect for seniors…
That you need their advice always…
and its mostly right…
Coming to Mumbai.. .
Was not easy…
Everyone spoke hindi…
It was more crowded…
More different from place she had come…
A different experience all together…
Well she was 8th pass, could speak a lil hindi…
but she was sharp…
She adapted quicky…
Learned how to board buses…
Go to her relatives places…
On her own..
Today I find lot of girls still unable to do it…
She could read trains which train was going where…
She could shop…
Bargain…
Got Adjusted to Mumbai…
She knew Mumbai was her home…
Supported her husband in his every decision…
Even adviced him…
A perfect partner…
They had a son soon born in mumbai.
Son was names after a superstar…
Her husband had 2 seprate from his brother…
Family fued…
They moved to rajasthan in small house…
Very small…
No facilties…
She still smiled…
Supported her husband…
Through out…
Never once complained…
Husband worked hard…
They moved to bigger house better house in city…
She was happy..
After 12 years she delivered a cute baby girl…
She was always there for her son daughter..
Everyone was dependant on her…
Suddenly bad things happened…
She lost her brother..
Father.. Next year
Mother..Next Year
Father in law.. Next year.
Mother in law.. After two years.
Her mother in law was very ill for two years. But she was by her always..for two years she was by her side till her mother in law was there. Doing her seva…24/7.
Then.. She lost her husband…
The most tragic moment…
In her life…
She was very quick to recover, she knew she had 2 look at her son and daughter..
The son was 25 by then.. and daughter 13…
All these deaths in family couldn’t break her.. she stood rock steady looking after everyone.. no matter what happened..
She was and is the strongest pillar of family.
Standing strong..
Not taking rest for a single second..
Ladies and gentleman. She is my Mother.
I know all our moms are like that, always there for us, standing strong. They are so good. What would happen if they were not there. This post is to to wish my mom and everyone’s mom a very Happy Mothers Day.
We are here in this world because of you
Thanks Mom. Happy mothers day…

Note: Please ignore my spell errors. I make a lot of them.

My first crush.

Teenage is wonderful,
Your experience things like puberty, first crush an lots more…
Today I will tell you about my first crush that almost everyone knows…
It was different…
When I was in XI standard…
There was a movie called Rangeela…
Great Movies…
The Doordarshan and other channels in my house were beaming…
Continues songs…
Movie Called Rangeela..
Aai Aai O…
I was bombarded by media…
The songs were chanted in school…
I could see only one girl on… screen..

The great great, Urmila Matondkar…
She was a diva…
I was totally mesmerised…

Saw movie when it came to my home town after two months…

Man…
I had my first crush…
Sadly movie ended…
But i was wounded…
Bleeding…
Dark Red…
Went to movie again next day…
And then next day…
Told mom had to go to a friend’s house to buy some books…

Watching a movie 3 times in a small town is a record, you meet people who know you…
By evening the news reaches home that I was in theatre…
By the way i have got a sound beating from my dad when I was in class IX for bunking class and watching movie. ..

Well back to the point…
The madness started after those 3 shows…
Ram Gopal Verma had found the way to run his business…
I knew he would be digging holes in my pocket now onwards…

Then all filmi magazines, newspapers i could get my hands on…
When they were returned on they were without images of urmila…

I had a big collection of her…

One image i always used to keep in my notebook and peep in between to look at her.
Amazing feeling it was…
Happens…
The power of first crush…
The madness was increasing day by day…
All students in my class knew about this..
Then i saw a poster of her, very big poster…
At an automobile repair shop…
I had to get it… by hook or crook…
Finally i had 2 shell out Rs 35 for it…
Believe me it was like spending fortune…
What would i say at home..
Now getting that poster in my room was a tedios task…
Somehow i put the poster in my room…

There have been numerous occasions liek new years and diwalis which i have celeberated with the poster.
If it was a new year i would say happy new year urmila, the first one to wish…
The poster was there for nearly 7 years…
During renovation of my house…
MY dad removed it…
Till date i don’t sleep in that room. Something is missing…

The madness was so much, that while my coaching for engineering in kota, i took my friends to see the movie Daud, all sponsored.

150 bucks for 3 tickets…

I still have those tickets…

Then Movies like Khoobsoorat, China Gate (saw it 7 times just for her),

Then came movie mast.

This man Ramgopal Verma was spying on me man…
He makes movies on real incidents…
He stole my half story made his own and made a movie…

The hero there should have been me… Aftab…

The pics the guy collects, the madness…. It was me…
I think thousand other guys would say same…

Like this there are endless things to tell….

Even today when i see her on channel, no channel is changed till she is on screen…
Even my mom knows this…
My sister…
All friends…
Now you all know it…

Tell me about your first crush…