Sunday, March 18, 2012

Haridwar...masti ka dwar...

These days im not getting interest in blogs may be because of easily updating ur status on social networking sites or nothing interest goin on in my life. My professional is as cool as my personal life is. No worries. No pressure. No schedules. One thing i like about my self is i dont take anything seriously. May be i should change the way i live but till now im happy. Out of the routine life i thought of taking a ride from my life and making it more exciting and adventurous. Hence called on HARIDWAR/RISHIKESH trip. Till the last moment the trip was at the verge of cancellation. No one knows whoz in and whoz out. The members kept on changing. One was in and the other was out. But finally only 5 BOYZ and it was total fun with no discounts. I enjoyed it thoroughly. At the beginning i was little bit skeptical as all around me were very new. I was odd man out. The fun started as we crossed ghaziabad and opened a whiskey bottle and drove all the way sub-consciously. Entered the land of lord of the lords SHIVA. All around the city saints with ash on their forehead, wearing orange color fabric. The evening visited for the aarti and took few dips in the holy river GANGA. That was the first time i took bath in such a chilling cold flowing water. It was amazing. The next day headed for the RISHIKESH. That morning we went on for a ride. An amazing and exciting rafting. 16 kms of stretch covered in 3 hrs. 4 rapids along the journey made our heart beat at about 100 per min. Before we started our rafting there were few instructions (do's and dont's) to be followed by our coach. But i must admit, I was exhausted.It takes lot of stamina to push the water. That rafting made our moments count but left us with long-lasting memories. The rapids were so intense that it hit our face very hard. The river flow between two mountains and the calmness surrounding the place was so soothing that for a moment i forgot the world. The materialistic world. I felt the power of silence. Just the guzzling of the waves. I still now can feel it. Then the time for bungy jumping. I took it very easily but later on it was a nightmare. All set for the bungy and highly exuberant jumping from a height of 83mts. Three different colored ropes falling under the the set of weight categories. My heart was bouncing and i could hear the heart beats. They tied me all the safety standard jackets and ropes. As soon as i was standing at the cliff, my legs started shaking. My blood pressure rose to heights. I was sweating and the conclusion was i signed a suicide note(how fool am i). The next moment, i was in the air, falling and my both arms were in friction with the bungy in other words an intense kiss with the bungy. In next 15 sec i found that i was alive. But that was aweful. My both arms were hot red with the scratches. But no issues. Some memories u need to carry for ur future reference[;)]. At the end as they say u'll get a happy ending. That was what i got. Three very new friends (who no longer are new) with whom i can trust upon. Journeys may be transient but memories stay with u for life long. This was one of those trips.

Sunday, December 11, 2011


If anything would be the synonym of MURALI then it would be BETRAY. Perhaps this is the dark side of me. Yes! I betrayed my own people. My own friends. Who were once with me when I was in deep dark. They were the one who rescued me when I was at the verge of depression. I made a mistake. The biggest mistake ever done by a friend.

In any of the epics around the world, from Ramayana to the Romans, one or the other has lost a precious thing/person when deceived. I lost my high quality friends. I lost their trust. I think numerous times to just make a call to them. I feel deprived. I lost my rights on them. I cry my heart out. My eyes are deserted. Giving a sham smile to the people around me has become my habit now. My mind has become restless. Loads of things going in my mind. I move from A to Z and reverse in my phone contacts twice a day only to find a friend to talk my heart out. But then the reply comes “NO RESULTS FOUND”. It was my mistake and I deserve this and even more. Or may be that im running like an athlete without destiny.

Yes. Im running. I don’t know from whom, to where and till when. Or may be I know answer for the first one- from my own best buddies. If I call them, then what would I talk? By my first question- HOW R U makes me feel guilty. Deep down my heart somewhere I can hear saying- go and talk and at the same time my minds says- no. you don’t have any rights to spoil their present. I already spoiled the past and mre than that my FUTURE.

I cant concentrate on anything. I lost my focus. Im getting into unnecessary arguments with my pals where im supposed to bear whatever they say. May be im destined to be in this situation.
This Sunday went to delhi after a long time just get out of this situation and make myself feel good but these memories and my sin dint made me not to think during my journey and lasted till I reached JANTAR MANTAR.

I was astonished by its architecture built by MAHARAJA JAI SINGH II to measure the angles of celestial bodies- the Sun and the moon. It was one of its kind in the world. Then from distance we heard the speeches related to the LOKPAL BILL. We followed the echoes and reached the vibrant place where the campaign is held for the anti-corruption bill. It was totally fused by the furor. Irrespective of caste, creed, religion, age, status everyone participated in this noble cause. This is yet another struggle for freedom. Freedom from corruption. People came with their family wearing t-shirts written “IM ANNA AND IM AGAINST CORRUPTION”. Some of them wearing the tri color badges, few holding the flag and few of them getting the colors of flag painted. Old people were contributing their part. One of them had a enthusiastic personality, guiding the supporters for the entrance, filling in them a sense of positivity. But I just imagined what would they get in return. No money. No food. Nothing. Just they are striving for a noble cause so that their upcoming generations feel proud to be the citizen of this country.
Hope a better and safer country along with smart and sensible policies.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Haunted / Hunting Room...

After struggling for almost 4 weeks for a permanent shelter im bit relaxed now. Those were my critical and most devastating days in my life.

Every day i had to search for a shelter. Moved all around from Greater Noida to Delhi to Ghaziabad and now back to the starting point- Gr.Noida. Everyday i go to the room it seems like im entering a very very daunting place. No day light enters even if sun screams at you and forget about the moonlight. Only source was our local TUBELIGHT. I spent many sleepless nights because of our uninvited and regular guest MR.Mouse. The sound it creates during the mid nights is like someone is blowing whistle just next to my ears turning into 100 decibels. At times that black little stuart was my alarm. Then comes my next guest at the time when i take my breakfast. This one very clever. It comes out and attacks my bread slice only when i spread cheese onto it. That the little and tiny cockroach. They made my life disastrous. The problems kept on escalating. Even i had a serious thought of sleeping in metro when i had no option to stay. At times i wanted to scream and cry out loud. Those were really the most haunted days. Very much disturbed personally, physically and mentally.

The only motivation which kept me moving are the road side cobbler, the rickshaw puller in his teenage with some tons of load pulling just to earn 500/- so as to fill his and his dependents. They just had one thing in common. The drive to live no matter how it comes.

There are many learnings out of the haunted place. The tough times. Life is not easy. This was just a phase of my life and will be in the drafts of my memory.

Just keep going and do not loose HOPE. Now im settled down with much peace and going to my office in a car. May be my struggle paid me off.

Sunday, September 4, 2011


I started my preparation for my convocation a week back. kicked off with the LOTUS facial. The first time i have done it--horrible. I thought atleast he puts on some 10 creams for the fact that its 550/-. But i had to compromised for 5. The shirt was from U.S. POLO which again drank my whole blood(money) costing around 1700/-. The only reason why i invested because no other company's shirt was of my size(unique body). Then comes the chance of my tie from ZODIAC. This time my hands were shivering to pay the bill of 1400/-. But finally done.
What a weekend I had. Back to back celebrations. Three very strong reasons for my bliss. One: my lil sister’s first marriage anniversary (Sep 2nd). Two: my convocation day. Three: my birthday.
What could be more than this? All throughout my journey to college on 2nd many college memories were sliding my mind since I joined the college. We made a very good relation with the college and with the students. It was wonderful experience I had these 2 years of my P.G.P.M. program. Made life time friend’s, met with some of the creative guys I have ever seen, made relations fathomless, saw many crests and troughs. It taught me how to move on. It taught me how to face the tough times and many more.
Out of all this presentation i was making at the back of my mind, I slipped my destination and moved few kms ahead. The traffic was terrific. For the first time I was very much time conscious (other than office). I was cursing the traffic which was stopping me (auto) every 5 min. I was cursing the traffic system for installing traffic lights and even more for glowing REDLIGHT. I cursed the automobile manufacturers for giving a breaking system in the auto rickshaws. I was blaming the entire system for getting me late to my college. The BOTTOM LINE: I was cursing myself for not getting down at the right destination.
On the day of convocation we were given the convo dress which itself was big task to wear as it resembled like a ghost attire. Our batch took a group snap after arriving our chairman and five others who looked like bishops in church. Our certificates were given by the chief guest Mr. N.K. AMBWANI, Ex-MD of Johnson & johnson. It (my certificate) read “Mr. MURALI KRISHNA” blah blah…secured B. That B grade is still reflecting in my memory. WTF man…why should anyone put his grade on his certificate and how one can judge a person based only on grades. Anyway, this is the fucking system and should accept the fact.
Then some cultural performances and followed by a DJ party. Vivacious energy was flowing all through. I was sitting at the back and just watching my grads dancing to the tune of the music. No job tension. No deadlines. No targets. No presentations to be made. No analysis to be done. No dealings with the machines. No pitching of clients. “NO CORPORATE WORLD ANYMORE”. Just enjoying yourself. Letting all ur worries throwing at the corner. And this was not just at DJ but from the last 48 hrs.
The time came when we had to leave the college and move to our respective places. Every step im heading towards our college gate, im trying forget the fact that im going one step away from my college, from the mall road, from the CFC, from the hostel, from the academic block. The departure was hard. There were puppy - shuppy’s and jadu – jhappi’s.
As it goes in the movie----“CHUTTI KHATAM AUR SCHOOL SHURU”.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011


Its been a long time stepping in my blog. This time im gonna write about the above mentioned 3 things but emphasis is laid on the third part...ANNA HAZARE.

It was a emotional moment when my hands reached my salary. It gives immense pleasure after all the hard work u have done during that one month. My heart was filled with all the filmy sentiment and tears rolled off.

Since that day i was on cloud 9 spending my salary lavishly as if im the RICHERICH. We went to JAIPUR which was a very abrupt plan. "2 BIKIES, 3 DAYS, 4 BOYZ, MISSION JAIPUR" accomplished with minor distractions. We started our journey to hunt the most HAUNTED- BHANGARH FORT. There are stories about the fort in which a witch resides and comes out at nights. But to me it does'nt seem to be haunted. Then jaipur- our next destination. The city is full of forts and huge fortress and the best part is, its culture, tradition and the moguls history is still prevailing.
One of my friend slipped from the staircase and his leg got injured which we thought to be a FRACTURE. If that would be the case we are gone as no one has told about the trip to their parents. After his foot was scanned and the doctor was studying the X-RAY as if he wanna earn something out of that and we three were so tensed and kept on juggling our eyes to each other and the doctor. Finally his verdict comes only then we took a deep breathe.
At last i must thank our two hunks PULSAR & UNICORN for supporting us through out our journey(though they literally sucked our wallet) and making it a really memorable one.

The last part i was mentioning about the freedom struggle. Freedom from bureaucracy, freedom the system, freedom from the CORRUPTION. The initiate is from an old man who is very much vibrant, very much active and very much determined MR.ANNA HAZARE. The man of honor who is fighting against the corruption when the 2G and CWG scam were came into limelight. He has enlightened the youth. The agony, the distress, the vexation on the faces of the youth is clearly indicating the struggle for the JANLOKPAL BILL. This is to be accepted by the government so as to bring in a new law and make the citizens bound by it. I saw some of the youngsters wearing t-shirts written "MEIN ANNA HOON". My blood rushed through my nerves by looking at it.
I wish all the best to ANNA and his team from the core of my heart towards a successful ending.

Friday, June 17, 2011


This blog is not written out of anger but out of thinking that what exactly is our constitution is written. Is it written to provide equal rights to all citizens irrespective caste, creed, religion, power or its written for the injustice. The statue in the court of law holds a BALANCE which means every individual should and must get the right justice.

Out of the approx. 2 trillion population there might be some million cases pending in the INDIAN PENAL COURTS. There might be many complexities in the case but the judges and the advocates should ensure to provide justice in time. Some cases are on the rack since decades and if the justice does'nt come at the time they need then its utter waste of going to court and pleading for justice.

Once I went to our district court in some case and I saw some everywhere wearing black jacket(court dress code) with some of them trying to prove the wrong as right and some them of plotting to postpone the dates so as the client sticks to him and can suck his hard earned money as much he demands.

If there are these many cases waiting for turn why are they not tying to make an alternate solution for the pending cases. For ex: classifying the cases and allot those to the specific court rather than going for a general case. Trying out for a night court where some very specific cases are to be dealt.

WHERE THERE IS A WILL THERE IS A WAY. Im seriously shocked and disheartened by the way out IPC’s are running. There must a way out for this problem. I lost confidence on the system. I can least expect from it when something wrong happens.

Now with all this should I be proud to be an INDIAN? Only thing I can do is to HOPE.
HOPE for a bright future


Sunday, April 3, 2011


April 2,2011, a date carved in the history of Indian cricket in golden words and as a nation on the whole. It’s a occasion where 1.2 billion people dream come true. Millions of people praying for their country. The whole country was enjoying as it there was some festival night. Almost three decades of thirst has come to an end and start of celebrations reached to its peak mixed with lots of emotions. Its 24 hrs. India won the world cup and still the party is getting bigger and bigger. Every Indian participated in the party in some way or the other and cherished every moment.

Sachin Tendulkar, a man who needs no introduction. A man who breaks his own records and sets as a benchmark in the cricket history. He owns every record but a world cup in his more than two decades of cricket career. He is ecstasy. A dream come true for the master baster.

Team India, a perfectly knitted team with the bowlers, fielders and the batsmen doing their job outstandingly well. The match was really a sensational victory losing two important wickets at a very early stage. I must say this is the real team effort.

This is the occasion where every Indian forgot their social status, their region, religion, caste and even the politics for the blast and drowned completely praising team India, holding the tri colors and doing marathon or going for rides in the town. No police. No rules. Just ENJOY. I guess this should continue throughout even in the absence of such occasions.

Sitting alone in my room, I was just imagining the madness of party celebrations throughout the country, my friends back in the college and thought these kind of celebrations should occur where no hatred, no anger, JUST LOVE.