Team INDIA… 3 more games from lifting the World Cup

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Just 3 more games from lifting the World Cup… #TeamIndia. Can we do it again!?

Business end of the tournament now, one loss and you’re OUT! 6 out of 6…great stuff from Team India! It’s time now to start again. The Quarter, Semi’s and the Finals are here… 3 more games. How far can we go? We surely are good enough to reach the finals. Surely!!!

To begin with…all the talk that India did not stand a chance due to our poor bowling resources and to top it all the pitches in Australia and New Zealand…BUT what a transformation from our team. Must hand it to them, they have played some absolutely out of their skins cricket. Beating Pakistan of course made every Indian proud…but defeating South Africa was sweet nonetheless. Wouldn’t like to say much about playing the less known teams in the tournament like Ireland or Zimbabwe, though must say they challenged our team. West Indies of course posed a different kind of challenge, made our batsman hop a little on the WACA pitch at Perth.

As much as I was excited about the Cricket World Cup 2015, I missed the opening ceremony…damn! Nevertheless, I have watched each and every Indian match and cheered them on. GO INDIA!

The Quarters and the way the teams are stacked against each other…look interesting with;

Sri Lanka vs South Africa…though I love the special talent of ABD of S.A, I’d still say I’d want Sri Lanka to win this clash… Go Lions! …and besides South Africa are known to be chokers! Another World Cup choke won’t really hurt them!

New Zealand vs West Indies… I want to go with the black caps here, leading from the front ~ their captain… plays fearless cricket. West Indies on the other hand is more about Chris Gayle… he doesn’t do well… and that’s the match really… though they have ‘good’ other players. NZ will take this one easy!

Australia vs Pakistan… I would have to go with Australia, but with Pakistan, one really does not know which Pakistan team will turn up on the field … but I would love to see Pakistan pull this off. If they do… we could have an India/Pakistan semi or better still a final…now wouldn’t that be a mouth-watering encounter?

…and lastly India vs BangladeshINDIA SURELY! No 2 ways about it!

Wishing our Indian Cricket Team all the best ahead…just another 3 games more.

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..so what does my Sunday look like tomorrow!?

Hmmm, now let’s see…for starters there will be no electricity for 4 hours (8.00 in the morning till noon), that means I need to keep my movies to download tonight, hopefully they get downloaded (all 3 of ’em) Am planning to watch the ‘BEFORE SUNRISE, SUNSET AND MIDNIGHT Trilogy. Watched a trailer of it on the internet, I think I am gonna love it. So, starting from now…I’m gonna keep my movies for download and lets hope by tomorrow morning they are all done (hoping my internet doesn’t act funny!… its been going connect/disconnect all day today)

Can’t believe I haven’t watched these movies till date. Shame on me!!
…so off to the downloads…on maximum bandwidth, so all other work is stalled

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Just looking…

Boxer shorts, thongs and brassieres, worn out from frequent washing among others which looked like they were just purchased from the store, hanging from a clothesline 3 storeys in the air. 98063-washing-line This was the view I had every morning from my balcony, you would have to hand it to the girl, she had a good choice when it came to colours and designs. You can tell a lot about a person’s life from the state of their inner wear.
She was an early riser, from her morning shower to the washing of her clothes early in the morning everyday, exactly at 7.15 while I am out of my balcony sipping my morning coffee, she is in the balcony on the opposite block drying her clothes…she looks an absolute stunner with wet hair, water dripping to her back of her neck and shoulders, wearing her cute little pink shorts and a tank top. It was the season of April-May, with the sun being at its peak this time of the year, clothes drying quickly was definitely a certainty. Good choice of drying clothes out on the clothesline, I said mentally. Good job!
By the time I finished my coffee, she went back into her apartment and in a couple of minutes she perched herself up on the window, with a mug in her hand, sipping onto something which tasted very good, going by her tongue wrapping itself around her lips after every sip. Somewhere in another flat, played some up-beat English music, for 7.30 in the morning surely-very upbeat! Living alone in a flat could be really boring, but then having your mornings starting the way mine did, I really did not mind. A pretty girl, a colourful morning and a hot cup of coffee!
If that’s not enough, while driving to work to be following 2 wheeler women drivers who not only make male drivers turn their head due to their driving skills but also for the clothes that they decide to wear…jeans/pants are fine! but at least make sure your blouse is covering the back of the jeans…I really could do with less distractions while driving, it then becomes a decision for the male brain to concentrate on the road or on the rider in front of you.
Underwear can say a lot about a woman. It’s something that men are obsessed with,(talking generally here…) for the guys reading this… don’t say NO, we all are!… to the point that, a mere glimpse of a thong waistband causes us to go into shock or in ‘freeze mode’ for a couple of seconds…okay! maybe a little more than a few seconds. On the surface we find them sexy and revealing.
We’re able to see who a woman actually is. Don’t ask us what we see and how we draw to certain conclusions…we just know…it is a guy thing! However, the way we think of it, is that underwear is a look into the soul of a woman. It’s a chance for them to express who they are and how they are feeling that day. Are they feeling sexy? Tired? Safe? etc etc

No going out of your way and looking! If you happen to see, enjoy the view.
Just an observation, ‘pink’ seems to be a girls favourite…don’t ask me why? I only notice…. :p

What is with 2015 and Deaths?

It was just 4 days ago, I attended a funeral…well not exactly but yes, paid my visit to the dead relative. Not exactly my relative, more of my mom’s relative. Now the wife is critical…and as the family puts it ‘could go any time’…well that’s another funeral probably in a week or 2. Today we get the news that another of mom’s aunts has slipped into a coma and isn’t doing great herself ‘another critical case’.

Wow! What’s happening? I’ve attended more funerals this year than weddings. Not that I attend all the wedding invites I get…but going by the wedding-cards count we have coming in…yes a lot. So that’s 2 funerals in line… had a baptism party 3 weeks earlier, that was really good.

…with the Lent season going on, no wedding invites at least for another 20-25 days. I am never a big fan of attending funerals; I mean who wants to see people cry, so my job is merely left to driving my car and taking my parents to attend the mass and the last rites of the person. It’s the least I can do.

If I clearly remember, I have attended only 3 funerals in 30 odd years, 1 being of a very close friend, her father expired, another of my ex-girlfriend’s grandmother, I think it was…and third my dad’s mother…yes! My grandmother, which I was forced to attend, being family. Not that I shed tears for any one of the funerals. I was there to share in the sorrow of the family, nothing much else. You will never see me cry. I have never cried in 32 years, why would I now?

On one such funeral I attended, I met a friend who also came to pay his respects to the person, on seeing me there he was surprised, he asked quite loudly “What are you doing here?”, I can understand his surprise…but seriously there can always be a better timing to ask… so I replied very softly “the same thing that you are here for”. It was definitely not a place to be  initiating conversation when you have people crying all around you… he continued “but you said you are not a funeral person” … I’m like…shhhhh!  deaths

Luckily for me the people I love are still with me and I pray to God to keep them with me for much longer.

I cannot take it anymore!

24th July 2013

“NO DAD NO! Enough is enough!! L2 I’m not willing to listen to you. All I have done till this day is listen to you and mom, don’t do this, don’t do that, don’t say this, don’t say that, try and understand your sister. Have you ever thought about me, and what may be going on in my mind” I am done, no more! I want to live a life with no more compromise”

Michelle’s dad listened with patient ears, he knew in his heart of hearts what his younger daughter said was true, yet he hoped that she would still try to understand the family situation. It was hard enough taking care of Maria for the last 13 years. She needed all the care that her parents could give her.

“Darling, you are my daughter as much as she is, and I love both of you equally”

“It’s been 13 years dad, 13 years!! 13 years is a long time, I am 26 now. I have literally lost out on my youth days to sacrifice, compromise and what not else. I cannot call my friends home, I cannot stay out for late parties, being the younger daughter – I have acted out to be the older daughter, shouldering responsibility to otherwise what would have been Maria’s”

This was a normal scene to take place in the D’Souza household, every week. A family of 4, Jane and John parents to Maria and Michelle, living in the interiors of the village of Bicholim, North Goa, the D’Souza family were well known for their closely knit bond, happy and content with whatever they had.

1st May 2010

Jules: “Guess what? The college is organising a trip to Delhi, and most importantly the college is funding half the trip…that means we only have to pay 50% of the total cost. How cool is that?”

Sam: “that is so cool dude! By what date do we need to submit our names?”

Rohan: “tomorrow” no probs, my dad should be cool with it. I am IN, what about you guys and you Michelle?’

Michelle: no ya, don’t think I would be able to make it. I need more time to complete my project work and besides I have 2 projects back-to-back”

Jules: not again Michelle, you are always making some excuse or the other. You have got to make it this time, it is just not fair!

Michelle: love to make it, but surely next time (smiles)

22nd April 2011

“Tomorrow is somebody’s birthday, what plans mich?”

“rohan, at the cafeteria-the treat’s on me”

“and the party to follow later, am sure you are having a big bash at home”

“nopes, actually dad has some clients coming over for an official meeting, so that would not be possible”

(the next day at the cafeteria)

(Singing in unison) Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday to you….happy birthday dear Michelle………

(as she cuts the cake) thank you guys, you all have made my birthday so memorable.

With light music being played in the background of the college cafeteria, Sam asks Michelle for a dance and she complies.

Dancing came very naturally to Michelle, but of late there had been a distinct change to Michelle’s attitude to dancing, it was more of a ‘dance to be finished’ rather than a ‘dance to be enjoyed’. Going by the number of trophies she won at school level for dancing competitions, she wasn’t even close to what she was capable of.

“What happened Mich? Am I that bad a partner? that you are not enjoying yourself?”

“Sameer, I am nowhere close to the brilliant dancer you are” (Sameer was delighted hearing that comment; he loved it when his friends commented him on his dancing skills. He wasn’t the best, but he was a keen learner.

The everyday pressures of going back home and facing a new day would get to Michelle, for she slowly slowed down on all the things she loved to do, travelling, dancing, taking part in competitions and quizzing. Despite her waning interests in activities in college, she loved to sit on her laptop and chat with a few close friends of hers. They were only 2 other friends other than her family who knew her well to see through Michelle’s very strange behaviour.

She logged on to Facebook, she knew Derick would understand what she was going through. It was like any other day at home and she needed to talk to someone, she scrolled down her chat list…Derick wasn’t online…shittt! Now what!!!?? She shot him a quick message on whatsapp, the message was delivered but not received on the other side. She waited for the grey ticks to turn to blue…but Alas! He must be busy… “Derick, I so need to talk to you….” Where are you” she muttered to herself. It was 11.30 at night, Michelle slowly drifted off to sleep.

When she awoke next morning, she found 10 messages and 5 missed calls from Derick.

6 Intimate Details You Can Tell Just By Looking At Someone

Something interesting I came across on the Internet… thought I would share it with my friends. I just realized there is so much I didn’t know.

#6. Is She Interested In You? Look at Her Feet.

How? Tell Me!

Experts will tell you it’s all in the body language, but you know better. People — and especially women — are really, really good at feigning disinterest. Anything short of the woman outright grabbing your junk will be lost on most guys.

But watch her feet.

Apparently, people aren’t as conscious of their foot movements as they are of other parts of their body, and so their feet can unconsciously send messages about themselves. They did a study at the University of Manchester on this, studying subjects’ foot movements in various social situations.

Specifically, they found if a woman moves her feet apart to adopt a more open-legged stance, it generally means that she’s into you. However, if she finds you utterly repulsive, she will likely cross her legs or keep them tucked underneath her body. We’ll, uh, let you figure out the symbolic meaning of those gestures.

I knew this one before!

#5. You Can Tell if a Woman Has Had an Orgasm by How She Walks

How? Tell Me!

By the way she walks. Not joking.

A group of sexologists (which is apparently a thing) from the Universite Catholique de Louvain in Belgium studied the connection between the way a woman walks and her vaginal orgasm history. What else did you think sexologists studied?

They gathered a group of women — half had never had vaginal orgasms, half had. And then, we shit you not, the scientists had to guess which group each lady fell into by the way she sashayed her stuff across the room

And here was the kicker: It worked. The sexologists could determine whether or not the woman in question could have a vaginal orgasm with freaking 81.25 percent accuracy.

Now, we caution you against trying this if you’re not a trained sexologist yourself — we’re not responsible for any injuries or incorrect conclusions drawn. But the experts say women who were climaxing from the inside had longer stride lengths, greater pelvic rotation and an “absence of both flaccid and locked muscles.” In other words, they had a little shake in their hips, a little pep in their stride and didn’t look like they were clenching a tennis ball with their thigh muscles. A loose but confident walk. Now you know, and you’ll never, never un-know. We’re so sorry.

I know at least a couple of my friends who have comparatively longer strides…now that’s useful information.

#4. You Can Tell Their Political Views by Their Eyes

How? Tell Me!

And by “look” we literally mean “look,” because eye contact is actually a great indicator of political beliefs.

Researchers have found that during conversations, left-leaning people were more likely to follow the other person’s “eye cues” than conservatives. Let’s say you are having a conversation with someone and you suddenly take your gaze off them to look at something slightly to the right, say a cute person or a passing zebra. Liberals are more likely to follow your gaze and look as well, even if what you are looking at has no bearing on the conversation. If you look away again, they will follow your gaze again, and so on and so on, like two little puppies distracted by shiny passing balloons.

Conservatives are almost never going to follow your gaze, but will continue looking straight at you, like robots. Those conducting the study speculated that conservatives held their gaze because, no lie, they don’t like being told what to do. This is a new one, good to know.

#3. You Can Tell Someone’s Sexuality by Their Hands and Hair (Usually)

How? Tell Me!

Look at their hands and hair.

It suggests that the proportion of the length of your ring finger to your index finger is influenced by the amount of testosterone you were exposed to in the womb. Which is why men and women usually have totally different finger ratios; most men have longer ring fingers than pointer fingers, and most women’s pointers and ring fingers are pretty close to the same length.

So there are some studies that suggest a reversal of the typical male/female finger lengths is one good indicator of sexuality. In other words, if a guy’s index fingers and ring fingers are pretty much the same size, he might be gay. Or if a lady’s ring finger is a lot longer than her pointer, she might be gay. Though, good luck taking those measurements without pretending to be a gypsy fortune teller.

Here’s an easier one: see which hand they write with. Studies have suggested that homosexuals of both genders are 50 percent more likely to be left-handed than heterosexuals.

Lastly, look at their hair. Specifically, look at the direction in which their hair spirals. A study of the hair whorls of 50 gay men showed that 23 percent had a counter clockwise whorl, as opposed to the much more common clockwise whorl. Among the total population, only around eight percent have counter clockwise whorls. Though, once again, we’d love to hear what cover story you come up with to explain to the dude why you’re running your fingers through his hair and studying how it lays. Maybe tell him you found a tick or something.

Hmmm!

#2. You Can Tell How Much They Can Drink by Their Eye Colour

How? Tell Me!

Picking the blue-eyed guy was a bad move. It turns out; eye color is an amazing indicator of how much alcohol a person can drink before it affects them.

study of thousands of white men (all of them prisoners) found that for some reason, those with light eye colours like blue, green, grey or hazel, can handle more alcohol than men with dark eyes. And a totally different study of almost 2,000 women found that the same held true for them.

Even more interesting is the fact that this result was predicted before the study. Because apparently brown-eyed folks are more sensitive to medication and other stimuli, and that sensitivity is what prompts them to stop when they’ve had enough. Blue-eyed people, on the other hand, require more alcohol to get buzzed, so they develop a greater tolerance for the stuff. And according to the study, the blue-eyed people are also more likely to be alcohol abusers.

As for what eye colour has to do with alcohol tolerance, scientists are still on the fence. One theory is that the amount of melanin in the eyes is directly related to the amount of melanin insulating neurons in the central nervous system, and that more melanin somehow translates to quicker nerve transmissions. In any case, you might want to think again before challenging someone with baby blues to a drinking contest.

At least now I know…

#1. You Can Spot a Rich Person by How Distracted They Are During Conversations

How? Tell Me!

In 2009, two University of California psychologists performed a study on the relationship between non verbal cues and socio economic status. To do this, they placed participants in pairs and videotaped them talking as they got to know each other. What they discovered was that the richer person in the pair was more likely to display “disengagement” behaviours, like fidgeting or doodling or playing with a damned pencil while someone was trying to talk to them. The poorer of the two engaged in not being jerk behaviours, like nodding, and smiling and actually listening to the other person.The theory goes that people of a higher socio economic status are less dependent on others, due to their wealth and higher education. As such, they aren’t as invested in conversing with others, as they have no need for it. If the other person is acting that way and you know for a fact that they’re broke, well, maybe they just hate you. Sometimes the simplest answer is the correct one.

So now, maybe next time… you can have a closer look 🙂

What? Why? How?

Why does my plane have to leave at this ungodly hour? Like there was no other air plane available at a better suited time. I am totally pissed off. I opened my little pocket notebook and scribbled ‘Steve I am gonna kill you’. Steven Roberts is the travel guy at Escrow Innovations. What kind of a shit name is that for a company? How on earth did I land up in that country in the first place is baffling!! I should have never gone, Michelle kept telling me, I should have listened to her. I already miss her. Damn this job! So many thoughts running through my mind, I keep quiet in the taxi, I don’t want to show the driver that I am irritated, why would he care anyway? I tell him to drive a little faster, he nodded his head. I get pissed off when people don’t reply me and this taxi driver nods his head. I keep calm, looking outside and try to enjoy the breeze that flows in through from the window. I tell myself, I have more than enough time to catch my flight. It is bad enough I have a flight to catch at 3.15 in the morning, I am sleepy and now this driver…does he even understand what is 40kmph on an empty highway? I left my house at 12.30; I have absolutely no idea why…

With the breeze blowing from the window, I soon fell asleep only to be woken up by the driver after some length of time.

“Sir airport” “Sir airport” he kept saying;

“Huh! Airport?” “Okay”…I looked at my watch; it was 1.45 – a good 1 and a half hour ahead of my departure. I paid him the money and let him go.

I enter the airport showing my ticket to the policeman at the door. I walk towards the CT machine that scanned my luggage. Walking forward, a female official stops me and says “Sir, can I have a look at your ticket”

I show her my ticket, looking at it she says “I’m sorry Sir but you are unable to board any flight from this airport with this ticket”

“Why? I have a flight to New York at 3.15 from this very airport”

“Sir, we do not have any flights departing from the Trivandrum International Airport” Checking the ticket again, she says “Sir your flight is departing from Cochin International Airport at 3.15am” dsc_0019

“Whatttt, this can’t be” I asked the lady, how long it would take me to the other airport, would I be able to reach early enough to catch my flight? “Not possible Sir, Cochin is a long way off from here”

I was going to miss my flight. What would my wife think back home, I couldn’t even go to the right airport. Maybe I shouldn’t go back… maybe I should stay here…book another ticket for later…? I don’t know what to do…

The First Part – A.B

It was the perfect moment, she passed by my side…went further, turned back. Our eyes met for the first time…there was a connection, it felt special…and the current went off. The next moment she was gone, and yet again the lights played spoilsport. The current in Pune, I tell you!! At a distance it was Mrs Chaturvedi, the neighbourhood aunty, walking towards me

“Beta kaam kaisa chal raha hai”? London se vapas kab aaya?

Kal hi aaya aunty, kaam sab tikh takh hai, Anu kaisi hai?

Tikh hai beta, aap hamesha uske bare mein poochte ho, kabhi kabhi ghar bhi aaya karo

Haan aunty, zaroor aaonga

Accha beta, abhi mein chalti hoon

Anu, short for Ananya, we were together right from our play school day’s up to the 5th standard in Bharathi Vidyalaya English Medium School. She was the chipkoo girl, or as I would refer to her as-she was always a part of our boy games from pen fight to cricket, she would want to play a part in it. Always the bully of the group, and somehow the boys enjoyed her company…I seemed to be of a different view of ‘an all boys club’ with no membership to girls. She was taking over my friends, playing our games and at most times she would be captain-that would piss me off to no limits. My friends would always say;

‘abhi jaane bhi do A.B, ladki hai’. That’s what I was called A.B, it was short for Abhimanyu. I was always the dude around my friends, I was the one they looked up to, until the day Ananya became a member in what was to be ‘an all boys club’, she ruined everything for me. Though I did not hate her in any way, I believed she was the obstacle to everything I looked forward to.

“Abhimanyu”? someone tapped me on my shoulder from behind. It was Richu, the owner’s daughter whose boring party I have accompanied mom to.

“I think your mom is trying to attract your attention, she has been waving out her hands frantically for the past 5 minutes”

“Huh!? Sorry, my mom…yeah!! (smiles) …she has the habit of doing that. It’s a little embarrassing at times.

(Moms could be a real pain when they mother you around even at a party, come ‘on im 30 years old now, she never seems to understand that)

This is Anu aunty, she is a member of our kitty party group and this is her daughter Riya

“Where is your daughter Anu”?

“She was just right here, these young people-I don’t know where they go all the time”?

(whispers)

“Mom, not here!! You don’t waste any time in looking out for girls for me. I can look out for a girl myself”

“Beta, you are already 30….I shall find a good girl for you. Anu’s daughter is good for you. You will also like her”

“Mom, you said that about the previous 7 girls too, nothing ever happened then…why again? I am going”

“nahi beta, don’t go”

“Hi, I am Riya

“There you are (panting)… Riya, this is Abhimanyu, Abhimanyu Singh (Riya’s mom, after searching almost half the quite-a-massive-hall for her daughter)

(I turned back, it was her….the moment was back, and the current didn’t go off this time. Yesssss!!)

I stuttered and said “Hhhhiiii Hi Riya” after all these years

“Hi Abhimanyu, Abhimanyu Singh”

“It’s just Abhimanyu Singh” just the one time (laughs)

*whispers*

“let us leave the children alone to talk”

“We are going to get something to eat beta, you both can talk in the meanwhile” (and the mothers go away to give the children a little privacy)

“So Abhimanyu, 30 years old huh”?

“No I’m not”

“Aunty would not be lying if she said you are 30 and that you were not able yet to find a girl”

“So, you have been eaves dropping”

“I was around; it didn’t take much of an effort anyways to hear it. O’ come on ya A.B, it’s not like we are meeting for the first time right

Riya, nobody calls me A.B but for my club boys and yes of course Anu (his face lights up, just saying her name, and suddenly starts wondering whether he should ask Riya where Anu is)

Nooooooooooooooooo waaaaaayyyyy!! You are still hung up on Anu even after all this time??  Your darling Anu…. of course, how could I forget?

(in a low volume) “Riya is Anu married? Where is she? I have not seen her ever since she left.”

“She left?? Aren’t you the one who left…? Forget that; by the way aunty is really sweet; it’s really surprising she does not recognize me, and she hasn’t changed much, the bubbly self, always looking out for her son….you are still ‘the apple of her eye’”. Give her a break ya, tu ab tees saal ho gaya hai, kuch toh sharam kar”

(laughs) “I’m really thirsty, let’ go and get something for us to drink”

(At the bar)

“What will you have Riya?”

“one chilled beer for me”

(to the bartender) “one chilled beer for the lady and one coke for me”

“seriously dude!! coke!! still!!”

(turns to the bartender) “yaar uske liya ek doodh ka glass dena”

(bartender [smiles]) “she’ll never change – Miss attitude”

“Excuse me!” (looks at the bartender) you said something?

(bartender) relax girl, don’t you remember me? Ajay? ….from college?

(thinks a while) “Ajay Daruwala? The guy who always wore his heart on his sleeve? Give me five”

They all exchange phone numbers. “Let’s all meet up over the weekend, it would be great to catch up on old times. I’ll tell Anjali, Jotsna and Priya to join us”

“Are you in touch with any of the college guys from college Ajay?”

“yup, a few of them, will contact them thru facebook and let you know”

“I have a question guys…interrupted Abhimanyu. What’s the dress code?”

(Riya is taken back by Abhimanyu’s question) “OMG dude! You have seriously lost it…haven’t u? Didn’t London teach you anything besides wearing suits and attending office parties”

“I know it’s a kinda stupid question to ask”

“Anyways, it’s so great to meet you guys, totally unexpected said Abhimanyu, wishing how much better it would be if he also met Ananya. He again began to wonder, where could Ananya be? Is she in India? Is she married? Does she still remember me?

(Snapping her fingers in front of Abhimanyu’s face, bringing him back to reality) “Where are you lost? Let’s go dance…”

“I’m not really in the… (Before he could complete his sentence, Riya pulled him towards the middle of the hall. Being amidst prying eyes and Riya’s strange behaviour, he began moving to the beat of the music and in no time was in full flow and stole the show by the time they finished)

A.B’s mother watching from the outer circle, clapped after they finished and kept saying “my son, my son”

He blushed as people clapped for Riya & him; it was a long time since he really took to the dance floor, but getting back felt really good.

(Riya remembered that Abhimanyu had always been a great dancer in college and all the girls wanted to be his partner, but if only Ananya tired, which never happened. When people saw Ananya and Abhimanyu dance, it seemed there were in perfect sync, just the perfect couple) He surely hadn’t lost his expression when he moved on the floor.

“Thanks Riya, you dance well”

Riya looked at him and gave him a tight hug. Abhimanyu did not know how to react but put his arm around her waist.

The clocked chimed 10, it was time to go home. It was going to be a long drive back as Abhimanyu and his mom lived in the other side of Pune, a good 3/4 hours’ drive back considering the city’s traffic problems. It was too much for Abhimanyu to take, he had just landed to India, Pune yesterday and today he was here amidst very strange people, an over-protecting mom who wants to see him settled, thoughts about Ananya, and that hug from Riya…what was that all about? Now this drive back home…phew!

He ignited the car engine and began driving with Shreya Goshal’s melodious voice playing in the background from his flash drive connected to the new Kenwood car stereo he just fitted earlier in the morning and his mother sitting by his side. He could sense his mother’s anxiety, it happened before too, when she introduced him to the previous 7 girls. Before she could ask her first question…

He said “Mom, not now. Can you hold on for tomorrow morning”?

“But, beta only one question” and continued “How did you like Anu Aunty’s daughter…what was her name I forgot…”

“Riya” he replied.

“Wow, beta…you still remember her name. You like her no?”

“Mom, maybe you have forgotten but this is not the first time you have met her, you met her before too…much younger, Riya remembers you.”

“do you like her beta? I saw her squeezing you”

Abhimanyu gave out a loud laugh “mom, squeeze is what you do to lemons in the kitchen, she hugged me”

“yes, yes I know, Mr London return, so did you like it…the hug?

(Suddenly Abhimanyu fell silent, he did not want to answer that question, it brought back too many memories. He revved up the engine and sped along the roads of Pune to reach destination ‘Home’ and some much required sleep and quiet time.

“India’s Daughter” BBC Documentary

“it is the fact that what those people said is what we need to concentrate on…” referring to the documentary

It’s all over the news channels, everybody is talking about it.
My Question is; Why is the Indian Government against the BBC Documentary being released in India. Why the Ban!!?? What is the reason? It isn’t totally banned as of now, it is still very much available for viewing on the YouTube Channel. But the question is, when the parents of the victim were ready to divulge their daughters name (which was hidden till date), what’s in India trying to hide? Let the world know the truth.
Below is a 2.39 minute clip on what Kirron Kher had to say about the ban of the BBC Documentary

Even after all this time, it is very sad watching the documentary

The whole nation should watch it…..banning is simply like saying to ourselves that “all is well”