Urban Confession

Mobile Number Portability a service which is been launched in India on 20th Jan 2011. It was considered to be a greatest new year gift any government can give to it's citizen. Though it was delayed for more than 2 years. It did finally took off. My Experience with Mobile Number Portability went very rough though. I'll narrate you with all the things i've done and Problem I've faced. Jan 20th : Googled  about the steps to be followed when applying for mobile number portability. Jan 21st : I Requested my Unique Porting Code from 1900 Jan 24th : I went to a retailer got new 'Simcard' after paying 24 Rupees(  though the government claims it to be 19 Rupees only). Feb 1 : Called up Airtel customer care 1800 103 1111 ( Worst ever customer care help line ever. Trust me, the customer care executive just drop my call as they were unable to answer my query ) After calling them for nearly 10 Time ( I'm Serious ) One fine guy said that I'll port today f...

Believe me, when we look at this word, all our nerves energizes. I used to love the work anonymous few days ago. Be it a prank from a known friend or comment from a good old friend. But now, this word doesn't attract me much. You would be asking why? Mostly people use this 'unidentified identity' to fool people around. This could be getting a sms friend from a known friend pretending to be a girl/boy respectively. Once it so happen to me that a friend of mine played prank in the name of 'Malaika'. Well as a matter of fact I do not know any person by that name. But why do people scare or rather prefer to be undisclosed. Be it a comment, or be it any thing which could be said directly to the other person. Once I received an anonymous comment stating the following thing.     " Your blog is the worst I've ever read. Day by day it's getting horrible. WTF is this ." Well to be true. When I compare my blog with that of others it's really no where ...

Well let me start with all the initial conditions to make every thing very clear. I had a Motorbike, but recently my dad sold that Bike (I just miss my bike now) to get me and my sister a Motor Scooter. You know why right, because girls can not ride a Bike. So he'll probably get us low powered 100-125 cc scooter. Well well, now coming to the point --Conditions. My dad said to go to his relatives place and hand over to them some sweets (You know this is the reason Indians are sweet loving people, every festival they tend to get a lot of sweet) I hate going to relatives place. Not because I hate them or some thing like that. But relative are a real mess to deal with. Those creepy people look at you with weird eyes, scrutinize you, and shoot you with really obvious question. Finally when some thing wrong occurs or happens they will happily complain it to your parents. Conversation between me and my dad. Please go to xyz place and give them these things No Why what us...

Trust is a thing that a person shows to another person like, When dad throw his son in air, his son have trust on his dad that he will catch him at the end. When ever a person feels hungry, he always remembers his Mom having a trust that there might be still some thing left in the kitchen for him to eat. When a teacher says what ever crap, students still believe him saying that the teacher knows more than us. Finally, When a friend promises some thing, we trust out friend till the very end hoping that he will remember that promise and not betray us.

I kept my promise. Now let me tell you today’s incident, I was walking in the pavement. I saw a person with blood in his hand. He was not stable. I knew he needed help. What do I do??? I ran away!!! But later after taking few steps, I was feeling guilty. Guilty because I did not help him and one of my friends got killed because he was helped very late. I stopped. I turned back. I looked at him. I felt pity on him. I took my mobile and started to dial 100. But I was again scared. Then I saw a local Public booth nearby. I took one 1 rupee coin. And I dialed 100. But to my surprise some respectable citizen had already done his job. I saw a police van passing through. I was happy, and I was jumping. Not because I was going to help some one, but a person’s life has been saved by some xyz. I realized that I was changed, only because of a promise which I made to my readers. I was changed because I was blogging . In my previous pos t I was terrified by our Indian Police system, and due to a hu...