Saturday, November 16, 2013


When I first bought my cricket bat, my brother told me that if i would remove the sticker, the bat would look like Sachin's Bat...So i did it...

When I bought my second bat, I chose the heaviest one among the collection, because i knew that Sachin loved to bat with the heaviest one...and...the experience of Batting with the Heavy Bat was so wonderful that from then on, I always played with the heavy weighted bat...

My Last Bat

When I created my first social network account on ORKUT, I made Sachin's photo, as my first profile pic...

My Orkut Profile Pic

When I created my first Blog in 2008...I used Sachin's Photo

My First Blog Photo

When I created my FB account, again i used Sachin's photo as my first profile pic...

My First FB profile Pic

Sachin's Farewell Speech

Thursday, November 7, 2013


All characters and events in this story are fictitious and bear no resemblance to any person living or dead. Any similarity is purely coincidental and unintended.

It was Sunday, 7’o clock in the evening, I was sleeping, because I was very tired, the phone ranged, I received the call

She said, “Thank God you received the call, I was very worried about you, I called you almost 30 times, Sultan where have you been, I am waiting for you….”

I interrupted, “I was sleeping and why are you waiting for me?”

She – “You forgot na???”

I – “What I forgot?”

She- “Today is Diwali”

I – “Are you sure?”

She became angry and disconnected the call.

Though she was 3 km away from me, but I messaged her, “Reaching within 15 mins”
After some time, I again messaged her, “just 1 km away from you…but caught in traffic jam”

There was no reply from her, so I messaged the third time, “since I can’t keep you waiting so I left my bike and I am running as fast as I can…”

She called me and scolded me in loud voice, “What the ___ are you doing, are you crazy???....go and get your bike” suddenly her voice became soft, “I can wait for you till the last breadth of my life”

I replied, “You don’t have to…just turn around” and I was taking deep breath.

She turned towards me and I saw her beauty in Pink Saree, perfectly tucked pleats into the waist, PALLU (the loose end of the saree) draped back crossing over the left shoulder, pink backless blouse, matching pink lipstick, sparkling eyes with black mascara , lots of bangles, a Solitaire of black stone ring on the left hand middle finger, big earrings, a sexy Kamarchalla, and a lovely Bindiya on her forehead, I was very amazed by her beauty….after seeing me she ran towards me, I could hear the sound of her Payals, CHAN CHAN CHAN, and she hugged me… whispered, “I hate you Sultan!!!.You always keep me, waiting” and asked, “and, by the way, where is your bike?”

I replied, “At home, the clutch wire broke,”

“But you said…..”

I interrupted and confessed to her, “It was a lie…”

“Then how you came? And why you are so perspiring...”

I said with controlling my breath, “due to fast running…” and I continued, “You are looking very beautiful, I can’t believe my eyes” I rubbed my eyes and again saw her in an amazed way.

She said in a very caring voice, “Why you ran so fast… I told you na… that I can wait for you till the last breath…” and she wiped my sweat from my face with the Pallu of her Pink Saree, and she whispered, “don’t look me like a Vampire, Sultan,"
She continued, "I wish, of having two extra canines like you...”

I asked, "Do you want to become a Vampire?"

She replied, "No, but it creates an attractive look...only to a woman, not to a man."

And as she was moving her hand towards my lips, I said, “Wow!!!”

 She pushed me away and threw her long hairs back, on my face, that gave me the feeling of a velvet touch, and she went to terrace.

I followed her and said, “You look so beautiful, really, I couldn’t believe my eyes.”

She, “Why you can’t believe?”

I stammered, “Because I, I, I, have seen many women but for the first time in my life I am seeing an Angel in Pink Saree.”

She said, “Makhan mat maaro, Sultan, and don’t play mischief with your deep eyes.”

“I am telling the Truth.”

“Truth and you??? are the biggest liar, I ever met.”

I was totally shocked, that she didn’t believe me,

She requested, “Ok, listen, bring those Diyaas.”

I did what she said and then she arranged all those Diyaas in a big Heart Shape.

I asked, “Whose heart is this???”

She replied, “ours!!!”

I jumped into it and said, “Now, it’s one Heart with two bodies.” She gave a lovely smile to me; I hugged and kissed her forehead.

She whispered, “It resembles the Heart of Love”

We opened the boxes, full of crackers (patakhas), and we both started burning, the ANAR, JALEBI, CHURCHURI, ROCKET etc.

When JALEBI was spreading its sparks in 360, she used to scream and  jump in fear, like a child, because of those fire sparks and I captured that lovely moment, her jumping video (holding the long AANCHAL(pallu), of her PINK Saree, in hand, trying to safeguard it from fire sparks of Burning JALEBI).
Whenever the AALOO BOMB (Cracker) exploded, she closed both her ears by her hands and every time of that; I took the snapshot of her expression.

 After spending almost 30 to 45 mins, burning all the crackers, we sat down taking the support of the terrace wall, holding each other’s palms, we both were silent for some moment. I kissed her solitaire ring, combed her hair with my fingers, because it was all messed up. I wiped my face with the aanchal.

Suddenly she screamed, “Oh my God, Sultan, I forgot to give you the sweets…!!!”  Then she ran straight to the kitchen and brought, some sweets of different varieties, on a small porcelain plate, and presented to me. But, I didn’t touch the sweets and she understood my emotion. Then she fed me those sweets using her sweet hand and every time, I try to bite her fingers and every time she used to say (in her sweet voice), “offo Junglee”… “Junglee”… “Pagal”… “Duffer”….
I commented, “You also forget, hmmmm”

She grabbed my chin and pressed it hard, I felt the pain.
She said, “What did you say???...”

“Ouch, leave it…”

“I don’t forget the important things, like you forget…”

“It’s hurting, Please leave it…”

“I was waiting for you, and you were sleeping on Diwali Evening…”

I interrupted, “I was tired, sorry!!!...can I get a cup of coffee???”

She removed her hand, and we both went towards kitchen. But I didn’t enter; I was standing placing my shoulder on the door and watching her activity, she was very excited. The best part of that moment was looking her movement, managing the big length Saree, in kitchen.

 I said, “Madam, Black Coffee haan!!!”

She nodded, “I know ba ba, you don’t need to remind me.”

I commented, “I thought that you forgot!!!” and I laughed.

She gave a peevish look and said, “Very funny!!!” and she continued, “Ok, what would you like to eat???”

I was silent.

She waved her hand and shouted, “Hey, where are you, stop gazing at me” and in a sarcastic tone she asked, “Tell me…Mr. Writer, Dinner mein aap kya khana pasand karegen???”

I replied, “Nothing!!!”

She asked, “Why???”

“Coffee is enough.”

She handed me the red mug filled with black coffee, and said, “You are as hard as this Black Coffee.”

I replied, “But your love makes it soft and sweet.”

We both sat on sofa, sipping coffee staring each other’s eyes.

She brought her laptop and ordered, “Now, watch this movie…”


I resisted, “Don’t you have any other movie…why you girls like, these kinds of movies.”

She asked, “Have you watched, this?”

“No!!! But I read the movie review”

“Now, shut your mouth, and watch it.”
Instead of movie, I was watching her, the angel face of the paradise.

She was irritated, catched my face turned towards the screen, “Watch the movie, not my face, idiot!!!”

I sang the line.
“Nazar chahti hai deedar karna
Ye dil chahta hai tumhe pyaar karna.”

She warned me with her smile, “Sultan, I told you na, not to play mischief.”

I asked, “What?” trying to be an innocent child.

Turning her face to the laptop screen, she said, “It’s totally waste, to watch movie with you.”

After watching the whole movie, I whispered, “The things, I like in this movie are the heroine’s voice …and the song ‘RANG JO LAGYO’.”

 She interrupted, “Her name is Shruti Hassan.”

“Her voice is like yours”

I took the laptop from her started writing something, she went to the kitchen, and she shouted from there, “Would you like to eat something?”

I also shouted, “Coffee!!! And please add some extra love to it this time.”

While she was busy in the kitchen, I disturbed her by shouting, “hey, where is your 3G dongle?”

She came out from kitchen, opened her drawer, took out the dongle from it, gave it to me, and then went back to kitchen. I downloaded a song ‘SAREE KE FALL SA…’
She came back with my coffee, as I leaned forward to hold the mug; she laughed and took back steps, just to annoy me. I tried to catch her but she started running, after running about three rounds in the room, she went to the balcony and I finally catched her, I snatched the coffee mug from her hand, taking the sip from it, gave a smile to her, I grabbed her wrist and twist it a bit, she started shouting in pain, “Ok…Ok…Ok…I am sorry, I am sorry…”

As I took another sip of it, she snatched it from my hand and sipped the coffee, ran away back into the room….

I said in an emotional voice, “Next time I will not ask you for the coffee.”

She, in her loving voice, said, “oooohhhh…alle sad….” And she laughed, “Ok…take it…waise bhi…I am not interested in this Black Coffee…how you drink it?” She continued, “Acha tell me…why you asked for the dongle?”

I didn’t reply to her.

She checked the download folder, played that song, and asked me to join the dance.

I asked, “How you can dance, wearing  Saree, you will fall…”

She accepted it as a challenge, she wrapped the loose end of the saree i.e Pallu taken from the back and locked it into her waist and offered me, her hand, and said, "Let's dance the South Indian Style….."

Tuesday, June 25, 2013


Apply this concept in any field


CREATIVITY leads  you to to do INNOVATIVE works

Saturday, April 20, 2013

I am the LAW...&...I am within U

I was having my breakfast in the morning peacefully, but then I heard a voice calling, “Sultan, do something…!!!”
I turned my face and saw but there was no one, then I ignored, but again I heard the voice, “Sultan listen to me…”
I asked, “Who are you and where are you?”
The voice replied, “I am the LAW and I am within you.”
The voice said, “I have something to tell you.”
I asked, “why me? Go and tell other people.”
The voice said, “I am telling everybody but nobody is listening…”
I interrupted, “OK. Tell”
The voice after taking a deep breadth told me
“I am raped, when a girl is raped
I am slapped, when a girl is slapped
I am cheated, when the report is falsely made
I am weak, when nobody follows me
I am weak, when nobody fears me
I am confused and have one question in my mind, that why I have been amended, because writing just on paper doesn't make me strong.”

SEMINAR on Challenges in maintaining the Rule of Law.

Hon'ble Mr. Justice M.Y Eqbal
Judge Supreme Court of India

Hon'ble Mr. Justice Altamas Kabir
Chief Justice of India 

Friday, April 12, 2013



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Electronic Voting Machine, with Biometric Informations of all Voters of a particular Booth only.

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Voting Server connected with the E.V.M.

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Message by the Voting Server on Voters Mobile & E-mail
voting code:
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IF ‘yes’ then delete this message & don’t share this Code with anyone.
ELSE, Report about this ‘Bogus Vote’ for cancellation to Election Commission.

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a A)     Message
From that same Mobile no.
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From the e-mail id on which you have received the CODE.

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Visit the Website Click the BOX

And feed i) Voting Code & ii) Uid no. iii) Mobile no. on which you have received the CODE.

    D)    FIR
Lodge an FIR to the nearest Police Station, then it will be the Duty of Police to use the any one of the above 3 options.

Friday, April 5, 2013

I Wish To Be Ur Pillow...!!!

"I wish to be ur Pillow,
when u r Sad, I will absorb all ur Tears,
when u r Angry, u will beat me & release ur anger,
when u r Tired & fall down, I will act as Physics Impulse,
when u r Happy, u will Hug me with Smile
when u go to Sleep, u See Me Last
when u wakeup, u See Me First..."

Absorbing Ur Tears

Releasing Ur Anger

Acting as Physics Impulse, When U  r Tired & Fall Down 

U Hug with Smile,When u r Happy

U See Me Last, When U Go To Sleep

U See Me First, When u Wake Up

Tumhaari khamooshi ka matlab hum dhoondne baithe...

"Tumhaari khamooshi ka matlab hum dhoondne baithe,
Tumhaari khamooshi ka matlab hum dhoondne baithe...
kya bataye ki hum apni galti dhoond baithe,
Ye maana ki tumhari Zuban pe hamare liye LAFZ nahi
kya bataye ki hum tumhari Khushi ke liye,
puri kahani likh baithe..."


Ek Subahhh...!!!

"Ek Subahhh...
Sooraj ki tarah unki aankhon ko chamakte dekha,
Parindo ki tarah unki khwabon ko udte dekha,
Safed chaader ko khushiyon ki tarah samette dekha aur
Jab humne unhe apni baahon me liya
Unhe मोम ki tarah peghalte dekha." 
Ek Subahhh...

Safed chaader ko Khushiyon ki tarah samette dekha

Jab humne unhe apni baahon me liya...

Unhe मोम  ki tarah peghalte dekha

Tuesday, February 26, 2013


Before reading this I request you to first read
STORY...When I saw her after 2 years
The Tears were dropping from her eyes, I wiped her tears by my hand and in a very low confidence voice I said, “I left my job in Kolkata and today I have nothing to give you a luxurious life”

And then I started crying in a way that I never cried before in my life ever because I was so demotivated due to financial crisis after leaving the job.

She shook her head in a way that it was a sign telling me, ‘Sultan, don’t cry, Sultan, don’t cry’ and then she grabbed me by her both hands and put her head on my chest.

In stammering voice I said, “I can’t buy…buy…buy a big house for you and I can’t, I can’t, take you abroad for vacation.” Then tears from my eyes dropped on her cheek.

She locked my lips by placing her fingers on it and directed me not say any word.
She took out her earphone and put on my right ear and another one on her left ear and by her right palm she closed my eyes slowly and then played the song.

TERA SAATH HAI TO MUJHE KYA KAMI HAI                                          

We were both silent and concentrating the wordings of the song.
After the song ended, I heard her voice after such a long time, suddenly I opened my eyes
She said, “I am not worried of low money life but I am afraid of low love life.”
I asked, “Can you repeat it, again!!!”
She replied, “Duffer!!! Close your eyes and listen to the next song and forget about job.”
Then she played the song

After that I asked, “When I was away, how you felt during that time?”
Without saying anything she played the song

The song ended and I asked, “How many songs do you have in your mobile?”
She replied, “Around 500…”
I asked, “That means you face problem, every time in searching a particular song?”
She shook her head and said, “No!!!...I have organized all the songs in folders like ROMANTIC, SAD, MOTIVATIONAL…etc”

I was amazed and asked, “why so much songs?”

She said, “For every situation.”
In a joking manner I told her, “What will you hear if I leave you for a girl, more beautiful than you?”

She was shocked, “What???”

I repeated, “Suppose there is a situation when I leave you for a girl more beautiful than you then which song will you play?”

She was looking at me in an amazed way and asked in a high voice, “Who is SHE???” and she continued, “I will kill you Sultan, if you even think of any other girl.”
I stammered, “I,I,I, was just joking yaar…but… I was telling you to suppose it, then which song will you hear?”
She quickly browsed the sad folder and played the song

We both closed our eyes but this time she grabbed me tight, I felt that she was feeling insecured, so with my fingers I started playing with her hair.

After the song ended, I commented, “You have already thought about it, that’s why you have this song na…”

She turned to me with a smiling face and said, “Sultaaanji, ladko ka koi bharosa nahi hota, jahan khoobsurat ladki dekhi nahi ki, phisal jaate hai…isliye hum ladkiyon ko sab kuch soch kar rakhna padta hai…”

(Sultan, boys can't be trusted in this matter, they lose control over their mind and heart, when they see any beautiful girl and that's why we, girls have to think beyond their thought )

I said in forceful voice, “For your kind information, I would like to tell you that, when I first saw you, I was just 16 years old…”

She interrupted, “Ya ya ya 2004-1988=16”

I continued, “Since then, I have never seen any other girl in that way and you are telling me that…ladko ka koi bharosa nahi hota…” then I quoted the famous line, “THE BEAUTY LIES IN THE EYES OF THE BEHOLDER” and explained her, “I behold your beauty in my eyes and no girl in this world can take that place…”

I became silent for some moment

 Then I said in a very loving tone, “…because nobody is as beautiful as you in my eyes.”

She became sooo happy that she kissed me on my right cheek and said in jolly mood, “I remembered it Sultan, you were the only boy from Bishop Westcott, you were 16, your first day in school, it was FRIDAY, and you missed your Friday Prayer that day right???”

I nodded

She continued, “Aur  main uss Pahli Nazar (First Sight) ko kaisi bhool sakti hoon, jab tumne apne inn motiyon jaisi aankhon se mujhe pahli baar dekha tha.”

( How could I forget your First Sight on me with your Pearl Eyes)

And she further said, “I have a very lovely song for this situation…”

I interrupted, “oh my God…phir se ek gaana???, no, no, please.”

She insisted me in loving voice, “you have to listen, it’s a very romantic song and I dedicate you this song for your Pahli Nazar.”
And finally she played the evergreen song

The evening air became chilled, the bus catched the highway, she was feeling cold because she was on window seat, so I put off my coat and offered her but she refused by saying, “No, no, I am ok.” But I put it on her shoulder without taking her consent.
She smiled and quickly played the song

After sometime she asked me, “Sultan, why you came back???”
I was speechless by that question but after thinking little bit I answered her in a musical way, I sang the line


She started laughing because of my bad voice and crazy style, then I suddenly downloaded a song and transferred it to her mobile through Bluetooth and played the song

The bus reached the college, the time had come to say goodbye to each other, she was insisting me but I was not leaving her hand.

I requested her, “Tell something, I want to listen, your voice.”

She said, “Bike dheeray chalaya karo, jis tarah se tum aaj bike chala rahe the, agar dobara chalaya to…”

I interrupted her, “Kyun dheerey chalaon?”

She scolded me, “Tumhe to apni fikr hai nahi, but, mujhe tumhari fikr hai…”

Her friend came and said, “Let’s go, we are getting late”

I became emotional that time, wrote my number on her palm but she commanded me to write on her wrist, so I again wrote it on her wrist and sang the song


As I was leaving the gate of the college we both waved our hands and I came out of the college, after walking some step, I received a message

“Dedicating to the KING of MY HEART
Singer:- SHADAB



Saturday, February 16, 2013


before reading this i request you to first read
STORY...When I saw her after 2 years


A black Honda Activa stoped & a voice asked, “what are you doing?”

I turned and shouted, “ Hey GOLU!!! How are you?”

GOLU, was my school time friend, we met in Computer Tution Class. She was humourous and having a chubby look with round smiling face that’s why we all friends called her GOLU.

She answered, “ Fine, but what are you doing in the middle of the road?”

I replied, “I will explain you latter, now I am in hurry, I have to follow that Yellow Bus.”
She shifted to the back seat and I drove the bike.

After reaching to bus I shouted with loud voice, "Stop the bus, stop the Bus, right now.”

The Bus Driver said, “No!!!”

I replied, “If you will not stop, I will bring my bike in front of your bus & you will be held responsible for my death.”

He said, “oh crazy boy, don’t do that.”

Everybody in that bus was amazed. She was looking at me through the window in a very curious manner.

Golu started shouting in fear, “I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die.”

I again said, “will you stop it or not?”

He angrily said, “Ok!!! Ok!!!”

I ordered him, “then stop the bus immediately.”

The bus was stopped & I told my friend Golu to go home safely, then I boarded into the bus.

Everybody was looking at me with one question in their eyes that, why I have acted in that crazy way?

When I saw her she suddenly started looking outside the window and trying to cover up her emotions due to my presence, after two years in such an unexpected way.

Controlling my feelings I put a smile on my face and requested the girl sitting next to Her, “If you don’t mind, mam, may I sit with Her?”

She responded, “No!!!”

I begged, “Pleeease Mam, you are a girl, you can understand Her feeling that She will feel better, sitting with me because it’s been a very long time for both of us sitting together.”

She showed her consent but asked me for the compensation, “What will I get for sacrificing my place?”

I thought for a moment & replied, “Good Question…ahh...I will mention your name in my Story.” And I flirted with her, “by the way what’s your sweet name, mam?"

Everybody started shouting, “Ammaji, Ammaji…!!!”

She was embarrassed by that name and scolded to all, “shut up, shut up, you all morons and disgusting people.”

Everyone was laughing except me because if I would have laughed then I wouldn't get the seat.”

She turned to me, “Your offer is interesting…My name is SONALI and what’s your name?”

I answered, “Sultan”

She asked, “Sultan Mirza?”

I replied, “NO, No, No, Sultan Khan.”

She smiled and said, “Ohhh…nice name”

I responded, “Thankyou Mam!!!”

I offered her my hand so that I can escort her to another seat.

Then I sat next to my Girl and started looking her face, seeing her face after such a long time was like shifting into Heaven from Hell.

She was looking outside the window but I was looking her Innocent beauty and thinking that how stupid I was while taking a decision two years ago. I was cursing myself for that, but now I reverted to the right path.

At that moment of time I realized that I don’t care about the Destination if She is with me in the journey of my life.

I didn’t have any words to convince her and make her smile.

We both were silent

I asked her, “ Kaisi ho?” (How are you?)

She didn’t give any reply.

I said in high voice, “Come on atleast reply to do, mujhe tumhari bahut fikr hoti hai.”
(Come on, atleast reply to me, I care a lot about you)

She turned her face towards me and I saw her eyes were wet, so I lowered my voice and again asked, “Tum kaisi ho? Pleeease tell me, mera mann ghabra raha hai.”
(How are you? Pleeese tell me, my heart is beating high)

But all my attempt of asking her were in vain.

Interpreting ‘Silence of a woman’ is the difficult task rather I would say the impossible task.

Her Silence was shaking my consciousness and crushing my mind from all 4 sides.
I knew that she was very hurt but she was hiding her angry behind her silence.

She was not telling me anything because she didn't want to hurt me by words but she knew not that her Silence was like a sharpen knife, cutting my heart into pieces and the pain was intolerable for me.

I slowly touched her and looked into her eyes but again she shifted her face away from me and I saw that tears started dropping from her eyes. I couldn't explain about the pain I felt that time, so then I decided to punish myself.

Though she was resisting, I took her right hand, with singing a song (Kuch iss tarah, Atif Aslam) by my both hands, kissed it and slapped on my left cheek & then I took her left hand, kissed it and slapped on my right cheek.

I repeated the act second time she shook her head in denial and resisting hard that meant she didn't want me to hurt but I didn't stop and I again repeated for the third time and tears dropped from my eyes on her hand.

After seeing my tears her Lips started trembling.

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