Heavenly Future.............

From the time I was a 12 year old I was fascinated by this game of "BADMINTON" not so popular in our country but still which is played by kids at "GALLI LEVEL". So,I named it as my first love.My first crush was "CHETAN ANAND" former badminton player who has represented INDIA and also has won laurels for our nation in this sport. Hezzz a badminton champion and highest ranked player from India in the world of badminton. Sounds "STRANGE" but true(my love after all). When I used to see him play in the court I used to get that heavenly feeling.
When he plays matches I am completely glued to my seat not an inch here neither there totally engrossed.........
I wont leave any of his matches for the world....
Aaa.a.a.a..a..a.h..h.h.hh.h......
And especially when he used to win matches at BEIJING OLYMPICZ bagging gold , silver , bronze either of them I used to jump out of excitement as in I had won the match.
Yipee.......
Hahahahahahaha...
lol
Yes.. Yes ... but you get that feeling when someone whom you really adore has won the match..
Dont you??????????
In short I was a big fan of CHETAN ANAND.
My interest was growing in this sport & having somebody like CHETAN(as GURU) in this sport made it more interesting. I used to watch matches , read bookzz , and out of curiosity I used to go in clubzz and see how is this sport actually played???. Looking at my zeal & enthusiasm my parents were enthralled and hence they enrolled my name at ALL INDIA BALKAN JI BARI , SANTACRUZ. Gradually I was getting introduced to my sport and my sir "DEHARE KIRAN". My sir made me work really very hard. At times I used to get bugged up because after school I had to immediately go to coaching classess and after that was MY PASSION. It waas tiring, hectic and deadly. But my love for the sport kept it alive. Meanwhile, I started participating in tournaments. Won many of them also lost few when there were real "GOOD PLAYERS". Played at local level , district level , state level , represented at national level but failed to qualify. After that it became a bit tougher as there were players all over INDIA. Still I continued my practice to be "THE BEST". And I alwayzzz dreamt of playing with CHETAN ANAND atleast once in my lifetime. I wont even mind losing the match because my love is in the same court....
hehe!!!!!!!
Meanwhile,
Headlines had hit the newspaperzz(17/07/2005) which said "BADMINTON CHAMP CHETAN ANAND TIES KNOT WITH JWALLA GUTTA".
Ohhh.h.h.h.h.h.h.h.h..........
Nahi......
I was pretty upset with that news rather disappointed..........
He was born to be mine.....
Hahahahahahahahhaha.......
lol
That was kiddish I know.....
I still remain to be a "bachu" for him
Hehe....
Jwalla & chetan being into the same profession , she fell in love with him(I had read this in an article) & hence they decided to go ahead with "MARRIAGE".
Downline after sum yearzz there were rumourzz of Azharuddin (former cricket player) having extra-marital affair with Jwalla Gutta.
Oh!!!!!
I knew that ......... she was not the right gurl for CHETAN ..... He deserved somebody like me....Watsay???????
Hahahahahahaha.....
Lol
Thatzz funny I know....
But Chetanzz choice cannot be wrong as well....
I know these stupid, insane, maniac media people cook all ape shit and present it in the form of newszz.... these are just marketing gimmickzz..........
A*******zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
I know.....
Chetan dunt worry letzzz go and screw these reporterszzz for their fake & virtual newzz what they have published in the newspaperzzz and believe me shezz the best gurl ever whom you can get in yuor life......
You both are made for each other so just dont get bogged down with these rumourzz ........
Keep rocking with Jwalla!!!!!!!!!
Dayzzzzz passed .... Monthzz passed..... & slowly yearsszz passed.
Today I am 23 and playing at national level and I was cordially invited to play match with CHETAN ANAND for selection of gurllzzz at INTERNATIONAL LEVEL..........
Yesterday, it was indeed a proud feelingto play with CHETAN ANAND(love of my life)
Aaa.a...a.aa.a.....h.h.h.hh..h.h...a.a.aaaaa...........
The thought itself leaves a smile on my face...
I lost against CHETAN by 18-21.... but he patted me as I was the only gurl to take his 5 extra pointzz in comparison to other gurlzzz.....
Yea, and my hardwork paid off today....
And my name enterszz in BEIJING 2016 OLYMPIC GAMESZzzzz.......
My heartfelt THANXZzzz to DEHARE KIRAN my former coach ....
& today I deserve to be on cloud 9.........
for what I simply dreamt off once upon a time
happened in "REAL"....
Only one message to my readerzz ,"DREAMZZ MAKE YOU FLY, HIGH"....
So, alwayzzz dream & work hard to fly because "SKY IS THE LIMIT"...........

Truly A Memorable One!!!

Rainzz had badly hit cities & mumbai was one of them experiencing
;";";";";" TORRENTIAL RAINzzzz ';"';";";";";
I had actually planned to go & stay at my grandparents place long time hadnt visited my lovely village(VASAI GAON) & my cool , adorable grandparentzzz.........
"One Vasai Return", I said & placed a Ten Rupee note & a Five rupee coin in front of the TICKET COUNTER waiting for the ticket & one rupee coin 2 be back in my clutch. Look at the indicator Apurva said " Its a VIRAR slow".........I said,"Oh C'mon, dont kid gurl!!! How is a VIRAR train supposed to halt at PARLE ????????I think It would be a fast temporarily going through the slow route............Me looking at the indicator to confirm ,"GOSH, its a VIRAR slow.........start running we gotta catch tiz.....The lady announcing "The train arriving on platform no.1 is a slow local for virar leaving at 1hr & 5mins tis local will halt at all stationzzz". Struggling 2 climb the bridge amongst such a huge bunch of crowd huueeuuu....heuuuuuu....Gasping for breathe...... continuing to climb with sum hopezzz that we'l still stand a chance....................
Apurva "RUN ya if we miss tis then again getting down at andheri and boarding in2 a virar fast will be 2 boring , time consuming & awfull as well......as already the trainzz are running late as per their schedule...........
& to add to it there comes a train on platform no.2 heading towardzz CHURCHGATE jam packed
people hanging out like water overflowing through DAM.........
"Excuse me"...uncle
Ouuchhh.....
"Stamping on ladies shoes" Oooopzzz thousand apologies Maam.....
ssss aaaaa
Get side plzzz
Uhhhh.h......
Oh apurva u'll bang dat old man be careful.........
applying brakes 2 save herself 4m banging that old man......
Both were running as if we had robbed lacs of gold jewelllery & the police with its jeep at the back viciously searching us......
Lyk every bridge it had two endzz
one on the left and other on the right both wich will land u on platform no.1
Both gurlzz go in d opposite direction
Shweta itzzzzz a 12 coach train get down from this side
Ohhhh........
& in a hurry turning around
Bhoooommmm................
Having those expressionzz of guillt on my face.....
Actually I had bumped into a HANDSOME guy
was 6 approximately fair had those dark brown eyes
His lovely curlzzzz made me remember of those maggie noodles...........
Aaah.h.h.h................. I still remember them cudnt get my eyezz of his cute lovely but matured face & dose frameless speckzz further added to it
There was no need of FUEL bcoz der was this fire sufficient enuf 4 anygurl to go Craaazzyyyyyyyy
& as it goes my eyes met his
Szzzzzzzzzz............
It was my first time and u know...........
& 4 the next ten secondzzz I had 4gotten the world..........
I was so much into him that I was about to fall of those stepzz
He realized it & held my hand tight so that I wont slip & I 2 had 2 hold othrwise I had it (plaster all over my body)
No...........& the moment he held my hand
Omg............
& at that moment my heart beating endlessly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!............felt lyk I got a 1000 volt electric shock
& while all ltis was happening my friend was doing d cornerzz searching where m I ???
bcoz d train had already arrived & i was stiIll on the bridge
Aaahhh............u get that heavenly feeling u bump into a handsome guy & he holdz you.......
Soundzz interesting na????
suddenly my frnd shouting & I become conscious
wtf ................ realizing & cuming into the present......
ya i m cuming ................
Just a word which was exchanged "THANxzzzz" & a smile............
& being lucky 2 get one sweet backkk........
and lyk neva be4 remebered my school dayzz when I used 2 be an ATHELETE............
Running those long distance race............
Ya it helped me today.....
The crowd on the bridge had also vanished by then so it became easier 4me 2 run ..........
The train was already in motion yet slow
& then what are frndzz for ??????
She gave me her hand & pulled me in
Throwing questionzzz lyk bulletzzz......, "U made me run so fast where were u urself ????what were u doing so long???.....huh......etc etc"
Now who will explain this gurl ???
His face stil flashing in my mind........& I giving a deaf ear to her....Still cherishing that moment................

Poem 9

An excellent trainer,
And an outstanding player.
I hope you be the next PETER,
And many like me,
Explore such a cute teacher.
To describe you,
I have no word,
All I can say is,
You are superb.
Its hard to find species like you,
who in variety are few.
Without shouting at us,
You turned us down politely,
which further added grace,
To your personality.
I am not here to criticize,
But Sir,
You make us do a lot of exercize.
May be it is necessary for lazy people,
Who never perform it like sports people.
Your energy is tremendous,
And style fantabulous.
Your shots just speak,
"SMASH HIT, SMASH HIT,
SMASH HIT, SMASH HIT,
SMASH HIT, SMASH HIT".
The site is pretty enjoyable,
And memories,
At gsc are unforgetable.
Sir, you seem to me like the IRON MAN,
Who has x raised to n number of fans.
Your smile is as sweet as honey,
For which I can spend 1 crore money.
I wish I could play like YOU,
And be as handsome as u.
Your strictness prohibition policy,
Developed your image beema policy.
Now,
Only nostalgia memories are left,
Which are to be kept.
Nowadayz,
My mind gets saddened by the thought,
That there's no more gsc,
But junior sir's like you perfectly rockkkkkkkkkkkkk gsc.

Poem 8

I was standing in front of the crowd,
And was reading my poem being proud.
For I composed,
And within a few minutes,
It was decomposed.
Not by me,
But by all.
Read maximum of them,
Only to know they were criticized,
And I tried my best to empathize.
They blamed my ideas for they were pessimistic,
But I told them it was optimistic.
I said,"You being educated you realize,
But those nerds dont realize".
I tried my best to convince them,
But they were not at all convinced.
They were stubborn on their point,
I told them just chuck your points.
All of them,
Pounced on me,
And started verbally accusing me.
They threw their cards,
Which hit me very hard.
Gradually,
I started crying,
As they continued their showering.
At the end,
I was in tears,
For that I have no more fears.
Maybe I lost on the ground,
For its hard to convince such educated illiterates.
I had decided to discontinue writing poems,
But there was this smart female who advised me to continue with my poems.
"THEY DONT HAVE BRAINS,
THAT DOES NOT MEAN,
YOU SHOULD SACRIFICE YOUR CEATIVE BRAINS."
This is my true victory,
And so,
I decided to continue with my poetry.

Poem 7

She enters the new dynasty of accounting,
And keeps continuing with her auditing.
Only to find accountial imbalance,
Which she tries best to balance.
Maintaining all personal accounts,
She forgets to maintain her own account.
Only to know the debts are endless,
About which she is totally clueless.
Then there's a "JOINT VENTURE" contract,
Wherein a new heritable partner is admitted,
And every year the final accounts are submitted.
Downline after 21years,
There's "VALUATION OF GOODWLL".
Where she is not at all appreciated,
But only depreciated.
Ledgering rules apply,
Same account,
Same side,
Opposite name,
And as always the other account is credited.
Mrs.CHARTERED ACCOUNTANT is then retired,
Where she is no more required.
After retirement,on 256th day,
The new heritable partner signs a "PROMISSORY NOTE".
Rejected by all,
Accepted by few,
Mrs.ACCOUNTANT looks for "RECTIFICATION OF ERRORS",
Though she is the ultimate bearer.
For no fault of her's,
She's always held irresponsible,
Though she's the most responsible.
Meanwhile,the two accounts,
Open a new account,
And gradually after 2 years they get separated,
So as never to be operated.
Recollecting all this,
Mrs.ACCOUNTANT has fears,
And along with it loads of tears,
Now nothing is left except nostalgia memories,
And just can be briefed in short summaries.
Then there's a disaster,
Loss suffered by the co-venturer is not bearable,
And hence he is irrecoverable.
Suffering a massive attack he passess away,
With a promise never to return again.
Then there's much more for the "CHARTERED ACCOUNTANT".
As Mrs.ACCOUTANT approaches the two personal account for help,
One of them says,"I dont want any liability here!"
The other said,"I'll convince her!"
They shoo her away,
As now, there's a beggar their way.
Lying in the Municipal Hospital in the comma ward,
There's no one around,
Except the doctor and the nurse to surround,
There's this diary in her shelf,
where she has laid herself.
Note:"THE WORLD WORKS AS PER THE SINGLE ENTRY SYSTEM,
AND NOT THE DOUBLE ENTRY SYSTEM,
SO DONT COMMIT THE SAME MISTAKE WAT I DID".
Tears are rolling down my cheeks,
I dont know how to end this....................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Poem 6

Dowry is an evil system,
And a bane to the Indian system.
Women are authorized,
And purely traumatised.
Beaten Up,Tortured Up,
For their parents brought them up.
For they have to be completely besides,
Then forced to commit suicide.
Thinking of the outer world,
They become a victim of the inner world.
Though deprived of every facility,
They continue being in the vicinity.
They shake so violently,
That they retire permanently.
It is existing since centuries,
So challenge yourself that you will stop such tragedies.
For the sake of humanity,
Stop doing such insanity.
You'll be held responsible,
In the case of exhortion.
And will be under observation.
Only to know how it feels,
As you spill the beans.
Doing all this,I feel,
Your are not brave,
But surely a coward,
And hence I forward.
To be away from this devil,
Come and fight this social evill!!!

Poem 5

I compose for few,
But this one's for you.
As a BADMINTON player,
You were the best,
I dont know anything about the rest.
Your black yonex jersey,
Made you look super-sexy.
Your mature face,
Was difficult to trace.
Your cute innocent smile,
Could make anyone run a mile.
In the court,
You threw the shuttle with rigour,
Only to know it was returned without any vigour.
The small kids were atleast countable,
But your patience was surmountable.
From controlling the naughty kids,
To the wagging tongue of girls,
You executed it all very well.
Without missing any day,
You continued serving us till today.
We learnt a lot from you this time,
And wish to continue next time.
New things were learnt,
And mistakes were burnt.
Your B-Activity was fanatic,
And style fantastic.
I forgot to include,
Sir, just let me know your name,
So that your identity wont be lame.
And now I would like to conclude,
I think no factor was deprived,
And may be you enjoyed.
I just know you professionally,
And this was composed eventually.
Thanks for continuing,
I hope it was worth reading!!!