Cricket bAt...........

Hmm... cricket bat, it meant a lot to me in my school days. Well one fine day I gathered my guts and asked my dad to get me a bat. For that he gave me forget-it kinda look and told me to go and study... and finally after my half yearly exams, he bought me a bat.. it was made of cheap quality wood. But then I adjusted to that...

The very next week my bat broke into two pieces (I dont remember how did it break)... hmm.., that day afternoon I joined the both bat pieces with FEVICOL, left it in a corner and waited till its gets fixed... And in the evening exactly at 7 pm, the time by which my dad returns from office, I took a look at my broken bat which was now one piece.

Now it looked in good shape, so I jumped into my imaginations. Imagining as if am in Indian cricket team, and India requires 4 runs to win in the last ball. And the bowler starts his runup and I took my stance, here he bowls and I swing my bat with full grudge to hit a 6.... oyeee wheres my bat ,,,,,,,,,, hmm bat handle was in my hands and bat went straight onto the window for a six... that happened just when my dad entered the room... ...well my dad didnt say anything that time (as far as I remember...)..

Well I was left with no bat now, and summer was approaching besides the peer pressure. So I started saving 1, 2, 5 rupee coins and finally one day, it all added up to 360bucks. I went to buy a new oil bat. But the shop keeper said it was 450 bucks and no oil bat for 300 bucks.. This disappointed me very much. I got fever because of that, that day my granny came from the village to visit us. She used to get me comics every time wherever she came. But this time she forgot, so she gave me 100 rupee note... It brought a smile on my face. That day my mom was going out for shopping, so I gave her my 450 bucks to buy an oil bat for me and gave her the sports shop address, then I went to sleep. When I got up I saw no bat, nowhere. I shouted at my mom, wheres my bat, and I started throwing all my books my stuff on the floor and was crying like anything... my granny woke me up from my dream and showed me my new bat.... wow new bat it has WILLS sticker on it.... hahaha I still have that bat..........

party blues....

the MissED..cALl...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Oh nO....!!)

Hey guys, hi everyone hope you guys are doing well. And Ha me also doing fine at last.... coming to this post title missed call... hmm ... missed call .....whenever someone gives a missed call to you...you give an expression; what shit?????????? who the heck??? ......

Missed call signifies that the person who gives
a missed call has not enough balance in his account or a signal to come, to indicate the warnings especially in the case of students... and many more signals which you guys know much better.

Uh-Huh but I thank the missed call.....for a reason.....can you guess the reason why I thank the missed call I get especially the First missed call... and also most importantly second one has much more importance than the first one..... Ok OK let me narrate to you why these first two missed calls of the play are important to me....

At exactly 0530hrs I get first missed call, I get up just kinda ...ok I got up (just virtually) and I wait for the second missed call (gives me time to snooze)...and then at 0540hrs I get the second missed call here my race starts...... go bathroom attend nature call, brush, shower and finally into my room get dressed up. Then at 0555 I sit at doorsteps waiting, my mom gets me cup of tea. By the time I finish my last sip of tea, My cab arrives. Hmm...getting into the cab I give my CD filled with my fav tracks to the driver to play, wish everyone good morning and then I sleep. Its an hour drive to my office, so I make use of this buffer hour daily.....

So missed call....is playing a vital role in my daily life....hope that missed call also does something good to you guys also.....