I Pass Time

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I always liked fun flicks. In tense times films in any case are best pass time. Since my childhood days I have been a great fan of all time best "feel good" movies like "Khoobsurat", "Golmaal", "Chupke Chupke", "Milli", "Bawarchi", "Munnabhai MBBS", " Lage Raho Munnabhai", "Malamaal Weekly", "Hungama", "Hulchul", "Hera Pheri", "Rang De Basanti", "Khosla Ka Ghosla", "Garam Masala" etc. The obvious reason being the flow and fun way of life shown in these movies provide you an optimistic outlook towards life and you forget all your pains, at least for a short period of time. Many a time I think if there were not these movies life would have been much tougher. These movies make you think good and thus induce a new creativeness in your being, which is far more better than being a lamenting soul worth nothing! These flicks help regain lost confidence and thereby let a person be more worthy in life.

Let Me Share A Story

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An old memory is repeatedly clicking in my mind, let me share it with you all out there and may be we will be able to recognize the fact- "What is told to us amd situations we go through have determinal effect in shaping our views..."
Summers of 2004 I had joined ICCAM summer camp for the first time, which that year was hosted at Youth Hostel, Mussouri, a Himalyan hill station. our group comprised of 22 students of class IX-XII. The second night of 9 day stay in Mussouri and there were huge rains and a characteristic power cut. The vehicle movement on highway passing in front of hostel had diminished because of late night and bad weather. Most of the group was fast asleep thanks to hectic schedule everyone had, but Ashish and his group was not in mood to sleep and was busy chatting, majorly jokes and teasers. Everything was usual till Bhandari got a glimpse of two red eyes glaring at him and his group from widespread dark outside the window. He was left dumbfallen and was too much horrified to speak anything. He didn't utter a single word till his friends shook him by hands. He in a confused tone asked them to keep quiet to avoid attention from spirit outside the window.The laughs and whispers of friends were replaced by deep silence.All of the four were highly teriffied to think anything meaningful and were perspiring in their beddings on that cold night.No one made any move, expect fearful shiverings, for next 15 minutes when a car zipped through the highway, precariously paved through the great lower Himalyas, flashing its lights on the trees in front of hostel room's window and thus revealing the ghost, which was nothing but a monkey who had taken shelter on trees to avoid heavy rains. Every one in the group heaved a sigh of releif and soon fell asleep. The next morning as they shared their story with everyone in the room, there were debates and disccussions on the existence of ghosts, exchange of personal experiences etc.
While some just enjoyed it as entertainment, others were more serious and some like me were busy seeking views of people and inviting others to share some thrilling stories of unearthly experiences!

Written In A Classic Mood

 
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A person who loves to live in a state of constant self imposed depression! It is just that I love mild pain as it provokes me to do something to avoid it. It is like some steroid, which enhances performance of a maniac like me. I find no harm in using this expression as by my conventions it is more fun and encouragement.