First not a Date

Sure! Here’s a rephrased version with corrected grammar: --- ### Sangy Illusion **Name**: Sreehari **Place**: Mulund **College**: Vikas Night College **Location**: Vikhroli **Girl in This Story**: **Name**: Sangeeta **Location**: Vikhroli Village, near Vikhroli Station **Another Character**: **Name**: Sushant Nagwekar **Location**: Powai **College**: Same as above Sreehari, a guy who hated studying, somehow passed his second year of Inter 12th, thanks to Accounts. But when the results were declared, he was enjoying himself at his native place, and by the time he returned, the admission process was already over. The officials at Vikas College told him he could only apply for vocational courses like DBM. It was June 2001, the beginning of first-year degree—an age filled with mischief when everyone starts dreaming of having a girlfriend. I, too, had such a wish, unaware that it would derail my academic career, though it also led me to an interesting point in my life. Everyone was busy planning for their futures while I was lost in thoughts about family planning with every girl I liked. Sangeeta Gajare, a typical Marathi girl from a Gujarati family, caught my eye. Although her hometown was Vapi, Gujarat, she came from a Marathi family. This girl truly derailed my degree life with my dreams about her. Our first meeting? It all began on a sunny afternoon during break time, drawn in by her glittery dress. I followed her around for hours, practically like a Vodafone dog. That first year went by as I gathered information about her, though I ended up with two backlogs due to my obsessive focus on her. **Second Year, June 2002** The first day of college brought with it a weird wish to catch a glimpse of Sangeeta. My friends joined me a week later, but I had returned early just for her. However, she rejoined college late, three weeks in. Not even the professors bothered to ask why. I wanted to know the reason behind her late return, so I developed a network of friends to gather intel on her. A big day was approaching—Friendship Day. Many advised me not to introduce myself as a friend but to propose to her directly. But how could I do that for the first time? On Monday, June 6, we celebrated Friendship Day in college, but of course, she didn’t show up. Feeling down, I knew I had to speak to her the next day. To calm my nerves, I called my friend Nikhil, who lived near Sangeeta. I shared my plans to befriend her, only to discover that he already knew her well. He encouraged me to go for it, mentioning that she remembered him. The next day, I was more nervous than ever. My friends teased me, saying I wouldn't go through with it. But I felt she needed to know me, and I needed to know her. **Wednesday, June 8** Sangeeta was present, and my pulse raced. I felt like I was about to attend an interview. My friends had these sarcastic smiles, which only made me more anxious. They advised me to get it over with quickly, but I thought it was important to understand each other’s likes and dislikes first. As college ended, everyone gathered at the college gate. I spotted Sangeeta standing with a big group of girls, waiting for her friend Priya, who was significantly larger than Sangeeta but close to her. My friends nudged me, and I approached Sangeeta, cutting through the group. “Hey, Sangeeta?” I said. “Yes?” she replied. “My name is Sreehari.” I was sweating; this was tougher than any exam! “Oh, do you know Nikhil from Vikas Junior College, Agarwal Classes?” “Yes, he’s my good friend,” she responded. “He’s doing fine. Aah, Sangeeta, I want to be your friend,” I said. “Sure!” she replied, offering a fishy handshake. And just like that, we started chatting. Out of nowhere, Priya jumped in, and the introductions continued. “Hey Priya, this is Sreehari, Nikhil’s friend,” Sangeeta said. “Yeah, I remember him,” Priya replied. As the college gate cleared, we began to walk, and I was thrilled. I had learned so much about her—her family, her home, everything. She seemed surprised at how much I knew, or maybe she sensed that I wanted more than just friendship. My friends were proud of my performance, but they had no idea how I really approached her. We reached the auto stand, sharing a ride to Vikhroli Station. I didn’t expect sharing an auto to be so enjoyable. Sangeeta sat inside, and I followed, with Priya beside me. I realized I was wedged between them, feeling the warmth of Sangeeta’s presence. She asked me something, and I could only manage to say “yes” or “no.” “Station!” the auto driver called out, and we parted ways, heading home. From that day on, I made it a routine to wait for Sangeeta at the station. I followed her to college every day, cutting through the crowd to interact with her until we reached class. Our college had three floors. I was in B section while she was in A section. I would enter her classroom, make friends just to get closer to her. College was a night affair, starting at 6:45 PM, and management would lock the gates at 7:30 PM to prevent anyone from skipping lectures. Only girls could go to the ground floor—mostly for the restroom. My obsession with Sangeeta peaked; I would even follow her around the college building. One day, as I was about to go down the stairs after her, my friend pulled me back. “Hey, leave her alone, at least for the bathroom!” --- I found myself in a new world where Sangeeta was my only focus. I never thought of anything else. The college hours were the best part of my day. I couldn’t wait for 6:30 PM when I would meet her, and those interactions would last until 10 PM. I even slept during the day to prepare for college, neglecting my studies. A practical person would never act this way, but Sangeeta was worth it. **Typing Class...** One good thing happened—I learned that she was taking a typing course, which prompted me to join as well. My initial routine involved five to six typing classes before heading to college. I enrolled for 30 words per minute, while she was preparing for 50 WPM exams. Girls had separate rows in class, and I placed my chair right next to hers. The sound of the typewriter became a rhythm I loved, and I found myself daydreaming while watching her. The typing teacher was beautiful, and many boys were attracted to her, but my focus was solely on Sangeeta. I would ask her questions as if she were my teacher, but she would politely redirect me to the actual teacher. As the climax approached, I learned that Sangeeta would finish her typing course soon. I still had two months left, and I felt dejected. When I discussed this with her, she replied: “Why don’t you join the 60 WPM course or something similar? You could complete it simultaneously.” “Well, there’s no point. I got a job as a data entry operator, so this is enough for me,” she said. Damn, she was so practical and career-oriented! Oh, Sangeeta, I love you; if only you could read my mind. “Any tips for me?” I asked. “Complete the course and look for a part-time job,” she advised. I thanked her, but when exams came, she was no longer in my class, leaving me lonely with twenty other girls. I adjusted my timing to align with hers, entering class ten minutes early to walk with her. My friends initially appreciated my efforts but eventually realized the truth: Sangeeta was my only motivation. Back in college, my story became famous among my friends as me and Sangeeta grew closer. However, lurking behind her was my rival, Sushant Nagwekar. I soon discovered him but we agreed to let each other try our luck with Sangeeta. The plan was to see who would win her over. My friends helped me gather intel on Sangeeta. Ganesh informed me that Sushant was also interested in her but remained supportive of my feelings. I figured if I made mutual friends with Sangeeta, I could get more opportunities to meet her. I learned that I should take notes about her and return them the next day—everything was unfolding nicely until winter arrived. Days grew shorter, and nights grew longer. Sushant and I became good friends, sharing information about Sangeeta, though I hid some details due to insecurity. He even decoded her email ID and landline number, calling her twice, but I believed in asking for permission first. The more I learned about her, the more anxious I became about our uncertain future. It was time to decide the best moment to confess my feelings. My grades plummeted. Even my economics teacher, who had faith in me, was disappointed when I scored only 5 out of 50 on my midterms. Meanwhile, Sangeeta and Sushant were thriving. Friends suggested combined study sessions, but my focus was on marrying Sangeeta instead. Days passed, and Sangeeta didn’t come to college regularly. By mid-November, she had nearly vanished. My friends teased me, but I kept my resolve. The moment of truth was approaching. **November 15** College started as usual. The sun shone bright, but inside me, it felt dark. I sensed Sushant was also preparing to confess, and my heartbeat quickened. We talked about her but kept things lighthearted, though I knew it was a competition. That day, Sangeeta’s name echoed in my mind, and I finally gathered the courage to speak to her. “Hey Sangeeta,” I began nervously, approaching her near the college gate. “Hey,” she replied. “I really like you,” I said. “Okay,” she said, nonchalantly. “I mean, I want to be your boyfriends,” I added. “Really?” she smiled, as though I had cracked a joke. “Yes! I’ve had this crush on you for months, and I thought we should be friends, possibly more,” I confessed. To my surprise, she responded with a warm smile, saying, “That’s sweet of you, but I can’t. I’m focusing on my studies and career right now.” “Wait, what about Sushant?” I asked. “He’s a nice guy too,” she replied, but her words felt like a cold breeze to me. Sushant, sensing my unease, jumped in. “No worries, buddy. We can still be friends,” he said, though I could sense his intention to pursue her more seriously. I walked away defeated, my heart heavy, and watched Sushant and Sangeeta chat happily. --- In the days that followed, I became a recluse, focusing solely on my studies. I even neglected my usual hangouts with friends, unwilling to face Sangeeta and Sushant. The midterm exams approached, and my academic performance hit rock bottom. I finally decided to pull myself together. I needed to regain control of my life and studies. My focus on Sangeeta had cost me dearly, but the resolve to move on emerged. My friends encouraged me to take the typing course again and aim for a higher level. Although I felt lost, I knew I had to accept reality.

Relationship Status!!

No once upon time. No sudden incidence. Its just start, when does actually a boy starts liking girl, infant age? Teenage? College life? Work Life?. Any stage of life where need, necessity, arises when one thinks to be paired or happens. As everyone terms love..

Rohit BCA completed somehow completed not in prescribed tenure but one year extra. Well now back to track as Rohit cleared competitive exam by mistake, which induced him to join MCA. He was different from others, who lives life with hope and time. As let the time do the best and Hope for better.

Being a boy from advance India he was aware of every technology as Facebook profile was like moreover a PanCard or RationCard ;)..

not wasting time in strong intro :P

College Days

Wonderful atmosphere with beautiful chicks around, atleast a place in India where opposite gender don’t have any barrier to speak ;)… And the place where usually hearts-u get closed. Irrespective of professor teaching in the classroom. Why College becomes the first love? Well yes this is India where one hides his/her insecure feeling in the name of culture, Am not being critic here but this is the story everywhere. Where you see girl hesistates shake hands directly with boy say its not our culture *Respect*. But college gives them opportunity to meet and greet ;).

Rohit’s Entry wasn’t like any bollywood or tollywood hero in college, at the very first he was unnoticed by everyone. But don’t want to waste time as it was too late to get in relation, filter, speak greet and meet. This is postgraduate class rohit had to be perfect in choosing perfect girl, as there are chances getting in wrong boat. Rohit was an average guy who doesn’t attract any being that was the reason was still untouched by any girl… but a good in conduct discipline which may attract only professor.

Its been a week of college introduction part is over, professors are allocated to their respective subjects, classes are commencing regularly, some started mingling with each other till now they are aware of everyone’s region religion caste citystate . Rohit took his time to select appropriate girl.

Meanwhile he has made friends Abhijit who is more interactive with everyone including girls. By the time Rohit could choose anyone Abhijit helped him to interact with one girl neha who was synonyms to rohit in shyness.

Relationship Status!!!...  To be continued,,

Everything seems so scripted as Facebook Profile...

Me Facebook Profile.

Starts with the button Signup, many starts with me to find a friends, some are exception give a try to findout their date ;).. Am so much expressive and user friendly that u can add many other profiles to me just click add request, Thanks to Mark who makes me so beautiful day-by-day. creativity never issue, photos, videos, likes and comments, ppl like me more often ppl in India uses wall for natural cause /-;. where in my case it used to express what they have not got..

To keep more private there is chat box which is buzzed more after 11pm :). Guys more often like girls profile more thats fact opposite poles like each other has some depth that has been proven time and time again.. But there has been friends in case of boys who like each other, ive been medium where school, college, work friends join :).

Everything is scripted same has real life, friend meet, greet, jokes, fun etc even fight also not to forget ;). Ive been witness of many marriages also.. and some failure too. ppl put blame me for failure everytime, though never appreciate me for their success ergggh... :@...

M not living being, but I m the one who is used to give u a identity in front of others profiles like me...

lately there has been blame on me, that m the reason for netizen's fatigue and stress. please i just follow your instruction. Ppl fight on many Fanpages through me ultimate am reported you are at safe side :|..

There have been many happy things happened and same time many bad things as such spams which kills me :(..

I hear lot of cries on my wall, which i dont like, but other likes and comment on that :|...

I cant cry like "living being" otherwise i would have expressed that it hurts when someone reports, blocks, or deactivate[partial death], Which is worse than Pokes <3.

I only do what you want, am ready to share, like, love, post, comment, it depends upon you which words you use.. I dont know what is right or wrong, Even numbers of posts which are shared on me are Hoax!!. You decide which friend you need in my list. you develop a relation in chat box and endup on their profile by clicking "unfriend". which you can easily solve in chat box itself. dont be so dumb m just acting for you, not you!. There should be limit for crying and deactivating again and again joining back, it entertains you by you check who is your friend who misses you when ur not present ;)... huh? but why you choose me to put on partial death :|. Folks! there many things which is appearing in front of screen through me. news current affairs. still you blame me for your stress! to make more easy I fit to your Mobile also tiny way :|. Thanks to Mark who started SMS updates.

Still you are blaming me? :| there are ppl who love me more than you but i have been awarded to you, give services. so treat me as friend not a just profile or any china phone :-/

when others use privacy you cant blame me. its for good only.

Hope you be with me long and understand others too ;)

Most Embarrasing Moments

We normally hate situations that have an embarrassing feeling. I’ve had my share of them—once, twice, thrice, huh! Well, coming to the moments that changed my life, they never changed my behavior, but they did kill my principles one by one, which became my embarrassing moments. It all started in the 3rd grade, when I had a clean reputation. But just one innocent mistake changed everything. We had to pay 15 rupees for a calendar at school every year, so my mom gave me the money. However, I spent 1.25 rupees on pineapple pieces, which I loved. My teacher threw my remaining money (13.75 rupees) in front of me and said, “This won’t do; you have to pay 15 rupees.” After school, my mom came to pick me up as usual. At that time, my teacher explained the situation to her, and I tried to explain that I just spent the money on pineapple because I wanted to eat it. In return, my mom told my tuition teacher, who was also our school teacher, and she beat me with a stick while calling me a “thief.” That name stayed with me for another three years. It didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things, but it did matter whenever I made a mistake—I was always the first to be pointed out in that teacher’s mind. So embarrassing!!!!

Steve Waugh Man for Crisis for Aussie

Steve Waugh With a Nickname of Iceman Earned thru performance in World Cup 1987…

●leadership qualities,
Well Known for his Leadership Qualities… australian Team was in crisis the man Steve Waugh became man of crisis who led the team with great passion and modern planning… in his captaincy turner where Gilly and Bevan who were known for their match winning abilities... Steve Waugh didn’t had much great innings as captain but the captaincy which he proved in different way which helped Aussies in many times to get away from lose situation to win situation.. and his allround performance though not significant with bat in certain places Such as India and Caribean but proved with bowling sometimes and master planning on certain players… Changed the perception of game with his technique doing effective things in efficient manner…
Never lost his patience or cool as he was man of crisis when needed he bowled to make sure that team doesn’t get much runs in dead overs…

●contribution to the team,
World Cup 1987 all round performance which gave him nickname “Iceman”
Bowled in depth overs with conceding less runs against India and won first time World cup “1987” in which Steve got 167 runs with an average of 55.66 and 11 wickets which had some batter who made difference but Steve Waugh had other plans ;)
1999 World Cup
Loosing earlier but making into finals with good tactics though he was criticized for throwing West indies out of league by undergoing some runrate calculation but Steve was clear in thoughts and advanced to finals was clear in thoughts and passionate about game not emotional as he said that in conference.. "We're not here to win friends mate” under his captaincy Australi has 16 consective wins in test matches..
And in ODIs too

● Qualities,
Well focus leader with immense talent and who takes Cricket in sportive manner rather not a religion or love… not an emotional who fear a lose..

Future on hold not exactly Rather its for moment

Future on hold? Hmm, hold on—don’t read it; it’s bullshit... The day started as usual, but in a tense mode. Basically, I update all my days on Facebook with status updates, but now I’m helpless because I can’t show my emotions. I don’t want to involve anyone in my sadness. What an aim to become an economist… But everything depends on when I submit my migration certificate. Without that, I won’t be allowed to write the examination. It seems the mistake is on my side, but people remind you about money, not about other things, as was the case with me. The admin put a hold on my examination form because I didn’t pay the management fees, but he never said I also had to submit my migration certificate to be allowed to write the exam. Now the exams are on the 29th, and with less than 15 days left, I won’t receive my hall ticket without the migration certificate. For that, I need to go to Mumbai, apply for the migration at my college, and then submit it to the university. They don’t have an online system, and they’ll take about 15 days, so my future is on hold. If not now, then never… I had to share this with someone; I can’t keep updating sad things on my Facebook. I really don’t like sharing my sad moments on social networks; they’re made for entertainment, and I might spoil things. This was the reason I couldn’t be part of the festival at home, where a big family situation was created under one roof. I missed that after a long time since I needed to travel to Mumbai on the same day. Mumbai! Aah! Nice feel, but I couldn’t enjoy much as I was here for a reason. The first day ended sadly since the college was closed; the staff went to Nashik for an unusual holiday, which put another hold on things! Not a good Monday, but I wished Vaidhahi, my friend's daughter, a happy birthday with chocolates. I had a good chance to drink but wasn’t in the mood as the day had gone badly, so I’m hoping for tomorrow! **Tuesday ;)** I wonder how a blogger can write or get points from a boring and dull day. Since yesterday was a holiday, today the clerk went on holiday... Still, bloggers write many things; even an hour's experience can frame 2000 words, and I hardly have a word to say—see you tomorrow! :D **Wednesday ;)** Finally, a good day! Though there was bad news: my examination form from Osmania was rejected due to the absence of a migration certificate. As for my migration progress, I got the Duplicate TC from college—all done in one day. Hmmm, thanks to someone and everyone! I need not mention names. So tomorrow will be the final day for submitting the application, and I’ll know if I’m getting the migration certificate in hand! But a strange thing happened today: a wedding surprise! Not mine, but a friend from our college group, who wasn’t in my contact but was trying my number. I found out that he is getting married today, nearby my college. So, if some bad is happening, there’s some happiness too. I had a full dinner and enjoyed a lot, even though work as done at college. The thing is, my examination application is still on hold! What a tragedy! Future on hold. The rest depends on how tomorrow goes. Sisters and God, thanks! :) **Thursday...** Today was one of my happiest days. Everything happened as I expected, but I was getting calls from college saying I was running out of time. I submitted the transfer certificate to acquire my migration, and I even convinced the clerk to expedite the process. After so much, the day came on Monday when I got everything I wanted. Even my convocation, which had been due for a long time! ;) But as I started writing this topic with "Future on hold," it wasn’t the case. The college permitted me to write my exam, and although they pressed me to do so, looking at the brighter side, it helped me in many ways. I completed everything on time. In the end, I appeared for the exam and wrote it well—hmmm, not that well, but it’s okay. At least it’s better! ;) Hope for a positive result!

Local Train is life line of Mumbai Mind you the life line at halt to view Sachin’s Innings

--- I was just settling in after watching Sachin’s innings as he approached 197 when I headed home. I reached the railway station and was surprised to find the platform and local trains at Charni Road completely empty. At first, I thought it might be a holiday, but I stayed put, listening to the radio, anxiously waiting for the moment Sachin would score his double ton. I cursed Dhoni for not giving him the strike. Finally, thanks to Amla who saved a four, Sachin was back on strike. And there it was—his double ton! A sigh of relief washed over me; my dream had come true. I felt a bit annoyed to see Anwar sitting at 194, but it was time for me to board the local train. Suddenly, I noticed the platform filling up with a crowd. What was going on? Just moments ago, it was vacant. I realized the traffic I’d seen outside was people flocking to showrooms to watch Sachin’s innings on TV. As I boarded the train, the usual rush returned. Everyone was buzzing about that incredible innings. I turned to my friend and joked, “Now that Sachin has set the bar at 200, people will always expect that from him!” One guy chimed in, “What do they know about playing on the field? Just praise him and move on!” I nodded, “Yeah, Sachin should keep playing, but take a rest for the next ODI. I don’t want just 200 runs—I want 200 ODIs more!” ---