There are many things which are not worth to blog, but her I set the rules here, so, I’ll be doing whatever I want. Ok, sorry, that’s kind of rude.

This is an incident from my AMU days, it was Sunday and I was in a restaurant in Center Point called Quality, I was with few friends there, suddenly we noticed a girl who entered the restaurant with a bag, she came by and sat next to our seat. The girl looked attractive and it’s obvious that we were staring at her right from the time she entered.

Ok, the next thing we noticed that she ordered a Cola and took her mobile phone out of her bag and played a song. (This was year 2005 where MP3 phones were things to show off). You might be interested to know about the song, it’s was a sad song in female voice from the movie Ishq Vishq. Yes, I have seen the movie and in this song, the female cast is sad and crying over some boyfriend girlfriend issue. But you know what, the girl started crying in the restaurant, it was like oh I am so lonely, someone hold me, I need to be cuddled, my boyfriends was cheating on me, he dumped me, I am so Cinderella type.

We were four guys and we were confused, my friends said it’s all a Natak to gain some sympathy. I thought why not should I go ahead and sympathies, suddenly I saw a guy came and sat with her, I thought I am so damn slow I am still thinking and somebody actually did it. Later we found out that it was his boyfriend and we stopped taking interest in their conversation. We already knew what is going to happen, it’s all the usual stuff, girl crying and over reacting over some issue, but this time, it was a source of Sunday entertainment for us, we still laugh out loud talking about the incident.

Eating alone in the University Canteen became a habit after one whole year. Once I sat with the regular Thali which used to cost Rs7 at my time in 2002. Money was the only thing that made students eat there, nothing else was there in the food except that. There were many subtends who knew this but ate there because of the low price. Other places had Rs10 per plate Daal and Rs1 Per Roti.

One day I saw their dish cleaning process. The process was very short. I think I should discuss it with you. One guy used to collect the plates from the table and bring them to a dirty place. There was one bucket of water, one guy standing there, he used to dip 5 or 6 plates in the bucket and threw it to the other guy, the other guy used to wipe those plates with a dirty cloths, white was the original color of the cloth but it was black now. Now those plates were ready for the next serving.

I never wanted to know their cooking process. That was enough for me. I never went there, ok, I did go there but I took packaged stuff and that too without plates. maybe that’s the reason of my Ureter Stone Problem

Here is an interesting story, five years ago, when I was in 12th class, and studying in Aligarh Muslim University, Aligarh, India, something unusual happened to me one day
All my days in AMU were the same lazy as we never attended the classes, slept the whole day, spending the whole nights in Cyber Cafes, it was all my routine there.
But that day, I was on Railway station waiting for my friend who was coming from Delhi, which is 135 Kms from Aligarh and the Train took takes three hours to cover that distance, don’t get shocked, This Is India,  Anyways the train was late that day as usual, 
There was another train going to Delhi, stopped there and there was a really beautiful girl inside the Train, and if she was beautiful, it will be impossible for a guy to stare at her, and I am a guy When I looked at her, she smiled, I smiled back to her, then I saw her coming out of the train and trying to call someone from her mobile phone, I pretended to ignore her, but I was still noticing her every move, suddenly, she turned to me and asked me if I had a Cell Phone, luckily I bought a mobile just a week ago, I said yes She requested me to make a call from my mobile, I handed over my phone to her, without wasting a second, she stepped two steps opposite to me and started talking from my phone, the conversation on mobile lasted for about 2 minutes and I was just looking at her, When she finished the conversation, she disconnected the call and kept my Mobile phone in her pocket, and started heading toward her train, I stopped her in a very good manner , saying “Excuse me, I think you are forgetting something” she said what I again told her that she was taking my phone with her, Do you know what she said?

She said that is her phone. holy smoke!!!, I laughed and said, there is no time for joke you would miss your train This time she was little rude to me and said it was her phone and there was a signal problem in the train that is why she came out of the train to make a call After 2 minutes, crowd gathered asking what was going on, I said the lady got my phone, but who would believe a guy, who did not take bath since last Sunday and is on the railway station with his sleepers, Everyone believed that girl, all because she was girl, a beautiful girl.
But why should I let it go that easy, after all, that was my 1st mobile phone, Sony Ericson T100, I started looking for the railway police, but the train started moving, finally I got a railway policeman, I told his the whole story in brief, but he said he was busy eating something, and he would help me if I help him monetarily, see what I said, this is India 
That day was December 16, 2004 And today is December 16, 2009 Exactly five years past, but the same Beautiful Problem in my way
I will tell you some other day I am feeling very lazy right now, may be some other time, this is India.